a trader joe’s faux pas
January 15, 2007Yesterday I got behind a woman with long blondish hair, who was having a long conversation with the checkout guy at Trader Joe’s. Busy day, lots of customers. She had an unusually deep voice, but that happens. I was wishing I got in a different line when something fell at my feet. It was a Visa card.
‘M’am’, I said. ‘M’am? Is that your charge card?’ I asked.
M’am turned around, revealing his true gender, said I’d done my kind deed of the day, and I was mortified. The clerk seemed highly amused. Then I was worried I’d run into the guy in the parking lot. Which, of course, I did.
That’s when I noticed he had put on white Garry Larsenish-sunglasses of the kind few individuals of the masculine sex wear.
Life is so confusing.
