I wake up (literally) to the leasing agent showing my home to two strange guys; right out of bed, they think I'm a girl. 1-0.As I'm walking to the courthouse, a fella turns my way from the corner ahead. He notices me, and stops in his tracks to pay me a compliment! I flash him a smile over my shoulder as I walk by. Later, at the end of the block, I notice he's still there, now smoking a cigarette, admiring me walk away. I recognize this behavior from watching people in London; he likes what he sees. 2-0.
A car filled with high-school (I hope) girls shout things at me as I walk back from the courthouse. Only heard, "Bitch" and judging from the tone, it wasn't nice. 2-1.
A nice older gentleman waiting in the salon for his wife chats me up. 3-1.
The teller at work knows as I'm cashing my last check in my old name. 3-1-1.
The pharmacist knows, but he put down my gender as female and already treats me as such. 4-1-1.
The teller at Target calls me young lady. 5-1-1.
There was a time when the harassment from the street would ruin my day. Well, it's not 7-0, but all in all, I'd say today was a pretty good day!
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