I confess that I batted .500 at the grocery store yesterday. Addressed as "sir" once and addressed as "ma'am" once.
I confess that I had a lot of fun making the woman behind the pharmacy counter laugh hard with me about my transition.
You know - all those phrases that no longer apply to me, such as...
"... oh, boy. Oh, wait. I don't think that phrase applies to me anymore."
"You've got that straight. Oh, that doesn't work with me either."