I realized today that there was one place that hadn't gotten my name updated yet. It's the compounding pharmacy that provides my BLT numbing cream for electrolysis. Off I went to Inverness - yes, the self-same Inverness where our Laurie has friends she stays with here in Florida. When I marched in with my purse on my shoulder and told the lady that I needed a refill and also needed to update my personal records, I was directed to a small window off to the side. Working the window was "Junior" (my name for him - it seemed to fit). I call him a kid, but he was probably in his early 20s - most likely working in his family's business. I was dressed nicely casual with no doubt on my presentation. I told him I needed to update my records, he got the last name, then looked a little puzzled as it came up on his screen. With a big smile I passed him my driver's license and told him that's what it needed to be changed to. And his face turned beet red and stayed that way. He was really nice and respectful, but it was obvious he'd never run into this situation before. He was so cute I just wanted to pinch his little cheek.
I have to go back tomorrow to pick up the prescription, and I joked to Cassie that I was considering bringing him a teddy bear. But of course I'm a sweet old lady and would never do that. Just a big friendly smile will do.
Today's Uniform
From there it was off to my old male bastion of Lowe's. Cassie warned me of what happens to unescorted ladies in such stores, relating how a big smart do-it-yourselfer hardware store worker will surely ask, "Need any help, darlin'?" Actually happened to her.
I found the 110v 30a wall socket I needed, and sure enough an old dude in a blue apron walked up and asked if I needed anything. I mumbled that I was doing fine, but I guess he didn't hear me. He stopped and said, "Ma'am?" With a smile I repeated myself, and with an "ok, good" he moved on. I had considered saying something like, "Oh dearie me, it's all so confusin'! Ah may be gettin' the vapors! Ahm certainly becomin' all dewy," while fanning myself with my hand, but... nawwww...
Earlier in the day I was walking the Magster and ended up in the hangar at neighbor Steve's house [I'm using the name because it's kinda necessary to the story]. He stands about 5 foot nuthin', and I used to joke that at 5 foot 5 inches, I was the "Tall Steve." Good neighbor B came over, and Steve was showing what he was doing on the plane he's building. As he pointed out a part, he called me "Steve." And B jumped right in, saying, "Wait, who's Steve?" I said, "Yeah, there's only one here, and he's the tall one now." Chuckles all around, but when I left, Steve called after me with a question, and used "Steph." Thank you, B!
Just another day in the life...
Stephanie
