I think I'll jump on here and tell y'all something that happened to me today. I walked into the shoe store (SALE!) and was immediately greeted by the cashier in the sort of silly male half sing-song "Hey look at what just walked through the door" kind of voice. He was interested, I know he was, he started to strut around and he asked me if I needed help three times in the twenty minutes I spent there. I am by no means confident about my voice, but I sucked it up and gave what little responses I felt confident giving. He made the most concerted effort to try and sell me handbags, lip gloss, jewelry, socks... It was totally cute, and sort of made me feel like: staaalker at the same time. Then I realized: "Oh no, my stupid beard shadow that he hasn't yet noticed, the name on my card!"
He fell apart at the register. Totally retracted and embarrassed. Yeah, this stuff really, really needs to go, and soon.