Last night when I was working, a young lady who was all dressed up went to my till. Seeing that she was young, I asked her for her ID, which she didn't have so she couldn't buy the beer she wanted. (I work at a liquor store). I really didn't notice much about her, I see so many people during the day that I really don't care about details other than if they look young and if I should ID them (the fines for not IDing are insane here).
Anyway, she left and two other women, in there thirties, were at my till (they were behind her in line).
"Did you ID her to see if she was a boy or a girl?" The one lady asked, with a bit of a snicker and the other girl with her was giggling.
"No." I said slightly confused.
"What do you think -- I kind of wonder -- I think it's a boy. There's people like that all over, and I can spot them pretty good." she said.
I'm still confused, and say, "Really? Oh. Okay. I just thought she looked young, and that's why I asked for ID. It doesn't matter how someone lives or does with there lives, I really don't care."
Anyway, the conversation went on for a bit, and then the two women left. I cracked up laughing afterwards because they had no idea that I was Transexual -- no flipp'n clue! So many people here are red-neck, it's crazy.
It was a really weird experience, anyway. It was also an awkward situation to be in as well. I remember most of all wondering if they would clock me during the conversation, and they didn't. Part of me wanted to say that I'm transexual, but the other part of me was cautions because I knew that with people like this it could lead to something harmful down the road.