John or Joan Q Public
I was out and about in several busy stores and a restaurant today.
Initially I was surprised by a couple of smiles I received by a couple women and one man while we were shopping at the grocery store we visit regularly. Exchanging smiles with cis women isn't so unusual because women are allowed to greet each other without knowing one another. The man, on the other hand was intriguing, because I normally don't get much response from my old gender.
Other than that, nothing out of the ordinary happened, even with the few kids I ran into.
As far as the restaurant went, I have been there several times before and tip really well, so we got the same server and she remembered us. During this food venue visit I had to use the rest room and my potty PTSD kicked in. Nothing happened though, as I walked right by two servers and went into the women's room. My only worry was a big "red neck" looking very non personable manager who was "running the place. Again, no problems.
No body screamed "Hey! that's a man in the women's room." Actually, that hasn't happened to me in a long time. You would think, I would be working my way through it. But I haven't.
So, all in all, I had a fun day in the public's eye. Now, if I knew what that guy was thinking...
Initially I was surprised by a couple of smiles I received by a couple women and one man while we were shopping at the grocery store we visit regularly. Exchanging smiles with cis women isn't so unusual because women are allowed to greet each other without knowing one another. The man, on the other hand was intriguing, because I normally don't get much response from my old gender.
Other than that, nothing out of the ordinary happened, even with the few kids I ran into.
As far as the restaurant went, I have been there several times before and tip really well, so we got the same server and she remembered us. During this food venue visit I had to use the rest room and my potty PTSD kicked in. Nothing happened though, as I walked right by two servers and went into the women's room. My only worry was a big "red neck" looking very non personable manager who was "running the place. Again, no problems.
No body screamed "Hey! that's a man in the women's room." Actually, that hasn't happened to me in a long time. You would think, I would be working my way through it. But I haven't.
So, all in all, I had a fun day in the public's eye. Now, if I knew what that guy was thinking...
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