I just went out to get some shopping, and as I got back home (I live above a pub), I was walking through the front door of the pub, which has a kind of beer garden out front, and feeling pretty happy. Then a drunk woman came right up close to me and said (altogether now...), "Excuse me for asking, but are you a man or a woman?" so I replied in my usual way, "Why are you asking me that?" and she gestured to the beer garden at large and said, "...because everybody's wondering." I said "Really?" and then she said "Well, you're obviously a man, right?" in that tone of voice that suggests the start of a "you don't have the right to..." tirade - and at that point my PTSD kicked in and I just smiled and walked away, got myself into my home, and did some shaking.
If she'd been sober, she might have been politer (or not asked at all). If she'd been sober, I might have been able to have an actual conversation about transitioning. But drunk people scare me too much - they're unpredictable - and I could feel this was going somewhere pretty toxic.
Why am I living over a pub, you ask? Not for much longer, that's for sure.