Not, as you may have at first thought, a thread about fizzy drinks.
No - I was hoping for some advice on a situation at work. I can't remember whether I've mentioned this on here before, but I work as a bingo caller in a large-chain bingo hall in quite a small town, and I'm transitioning on the job. Everyone, staff and customers alike, have been incredibly kind and supportive, though there's something that's begun to get to me and I'm not entirely sure how to deal with it, if at all.
There's an elderly couple (in their mid to late eighties) who come in almost daily. I get on very well with them on a superficial level - they're pleasant and charming in their manner, though some of their views on race and sexuality are very archaic. In fact, at certain times they've been startlingly casually racist. The difficulty is that until a couple of months ago, perhaps, they seemed to be resolutely ignoring my transition. They were perhaps a little confused about it, but avoided using pronouns and just didn't talk about it, which was fine with me. Maybe eight weeks ago, though, the lady evidently became too curious and confused to keep quiet any longer, and as I was checking her bingo claim, she said, 'Oh! I thought it was a lad! But it's a lady, isn't it? It's a lady!' Which was slightly unusual as she knows my name and didn't simply say - 'But it's A___, isn't it?' Sadly, as this was during the bingo, everyone looked and many customers around heard the exchange, and I was slightly self-conscious. In the interval, I went up to her quietly and carefully explained that it was alright to call me a lad, as I was in fact transgendered (I actually phrased it 'having a sex change,' as I thought she might be more likely to have heard this phrase). She then looked horrified, and began to talk very quickly about mint fondants in a tone of 'We will never discuss this again.' And I thought that was the end of it. Sadly, for the last eight weeks, every time she sees me, she's been shouting quite loudly, 'There she is!' and talking at me (affectionately but emphatically), using female pronouns almost every other word. I tried to avoid going near her, though really it's incredibly hard as she's a customer and I have to serve her with change and check her bingo claims (there's also a certain level of friendly customer interaction expected in the job role, and I'm a painfully polite person - if she initiates a conversation or calls me over I really don't feel I can snub her).
I thought for a while that I could simply overlook this and blank it out, but I'm encountering her on almost a daily basis, and a typical conversation with her goes (please believe I'm not exaggerating):
H: There she is! A____! Come and give me some change. You were ignoring me, weren't you?
A: No, no, H! Not at all!
H: How are you? ([To her husband] There she is. She's always here, isn't she? Isn't she? She's a good lass, isn't she?
A: I'm fine thanks.
H: She's fine. Of course she's fine. She's a lovely lass. A lovely girl. I saw her walking down by ASDA the other day. Do you remember, R? I said to you then, 'There she is! Walking down by ASDA. She's a lovely lass. What a lovely lass.' Is that my change? Good girl.
I know she's slightly nuts. But she's certainly not suffering from senile dementia - the only way I can rationalise this is that she's just completely confused by the whole thing and trying to cling on to her idea of things as she's known them all her life. But it's really upsetting me. Also, other customers are seeing and hearing me accept her use of these female appellations and growing even more confused.
What do you think? Should I try to gently explain to her that repeatedly calling me 'she' and a 'lass' is hurting me and making me feel uncomfortable, when I know this will further shock and offend her, and possibly seriously upset her, as well? I suppose, rather worryingly, it comes down to - which is more important, her comfort or mine? I've always hoped that I was a fairly selfless person, but at the same time, I don't want to be a doormat. A large part of the reason I came out was so that I could feel a certain level of confidence in telling people who I know I am, and letting this happen just feels like taking a step back. I have to be sensitive, though, I know, and remember that this is a huge thing for her - she's never before in her life encountered a transgendered person and I don't want to thoughtlessly shove anything in her face that she's not ready to accept.
Aaaargh. What a mess. Deep down I know I'll probably just let her continue, suck it up and 'be a man,' lol. But regardless, it's been nice to get the problem all down here in black and white - help me work through it in my own head.
Any and all advice greatly appreciated!