Times, they are a-changing…

11am – young man knocks on door, selling double-glazing. I open it and he says:

“Good morning, Sir! Erm, good morning, Madam!”

11.45pm – walking through town my partner and I are accosted by a woman trying to persuade us to go into her nightclub:

” Hello Ladies….and Gentleman!”

I know these may seem like nothing much, but it proves that at least on first glance, I pass as male, even if the glancer then corrects themself. And the lovely nightclub lady obviously read me as male enough to get confused. At least she stuck with gentleman after calling us both ladies initially.

It all makes a difference. And made me smile like an idiot.

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