I just returned from a 2 1/2 week trip to Europe from Florida: Philadelphia, Paris, Madrid, Málaga/Marbella Spain for FFS with FacialTeam, and return through Paris and Philadelphia. I wasn't particularly nervous, and I wasn't misgendered once for the entire trip.
Yet, perversely, when the starter capacitor went bad for my well pump today, I was freaked out by the idea of going to the hardware store to buy a new one.
Nobody else was going to do it, though, so I fixed my face up a bit (but kept on the jeans, tank,and open flannel shirt), and marched into the store.
The gentleman who led me to the shelf with the capacitors needed my help to pick out the right capacitance and voltage, and didn't seem too fazed by the fact that I knew what those are, though he did a close comparison with the original after I pointed out the right one.
When I checked out, the woman cashier and I commiserated about how men think we women don't know what we're talking about in hardware stores.
And on the way out, a huge bearded southern gentleman held the door for me.
So, despite my anxiety, yeah, I guess I pass.
Stephanie