Monday, December 15, 2008

"Oh, can you validate my ...being?"

"Yes ma'am, can I help you?" I hear that all the time now, and it sure feels good, however, this morning it was so much better hearing it, probably the best that it can ever get.
...Twice a week for more than 10 years I could be found in the welding supply store here in town, but this morning was the first time 'Stephanie' was in there. This has got to be the scariest, and the last place that I'll be nervous about entering, but their price for propane is the cheapest in town, $20 cheaper for a 100 lb. bottle to be filled, and I couldn't pass up a bargain. I thought there was no way that I would be able to go in there, pay the same person that always waited on me, have the same guy fill it, pass by a half dozen men that knew me, and get out without being ridiculed and laughed at, or at the very least, weird looks with snickers and whispers. In my eyes, I see the same person that used to go in there, but apparently, everyone else just sees a woman going about her business. Not one person even blinked. ..."Thank you, ma'am."
...I'm happy! I'm amazed! I'm thrilled! I'm a woman!
...The parts still don't match my mind, but I am a woman.


1 comment:

Le visage d'avril said...

Yep awesome. They don't have to know about the bumpy bits it's our little secret.