Drag Queen...
So, now that I have moved I have a new bus route. It's good though because it's the same bus that takes me to work, home, and the University. Anyways, my bus driver is the same as my old route! They have apparently switched routes just recently and lo and behold he is now my driver again.
Well, this led to conversation and I am the very first stop of his route for the night so he sits there for about 15 minutes before we go anywhere. So, he gets out of the bus and we walk around the block a few times and chat.
"So, you see I am not a big bus driver, like most. I walk a lot, keep skinny." He's asian, so he speaks a bit fragmented...but not fragmented enough for the next part...
So I say to him, carrying the conversation, "Yeah, I used to be pretty big, but I've worked really hard this last year to get skinny again. Guess what I used to be?"
Now, this is entirely the wrong way to ask that question, I guess....
He answered, "A drag queen?".
He keeps walking, not understanding what he said wrong. I...am...floored...
"Uh, what?"
"Oh, sorry. Did I say something wrong?"
"Um, you called me a drag queen... I was going to say I used to be 305 lbs. and now I am 203 lbs. Why did you say drag queen?"
"Oh, sorry. It's just your nails and the way your body is, and your hair and stuff."
OK, at this point I think there may have been other, better words he was searching for when he said that and picked the wrong one.
Frankly, I hadn't thought I was looking too far from male yet, but I guess there are other people out there who are seeing things I don't.
But, God in heaven...please don't ever call me a drag queen. Heck, I was dressed in guy clothes even (granted the pants are not the most masculine cut, but they were direct from the male shelf at the store).
Hmm, maybe I am starting to mess with people's heads. I guess it must be happening since he felt so compelled to squeeze that into the conversation he must have been giving it some thought.
As Alice said in Wonderland, "How peculiar."
Well, this led to conversation and I am the very first stop of his route for the night so he sits there for about 15 minutes before we go anywhere. So, he gets out of the bus and we walk around the block a few times and chat.
"So, you see I am not a big bus driver, like most. I walk a lot, keep skinny." He's asian, so he speaks a bit fragmented...but not fragmented enough for the next part...
So I say to him, carrying the conversation, "Yeah, I used to be pretty big, but I've worked really hard this last year to get skinny again. Guess what I used to be?"
Now, this is entirely the wrong way to ask that question, I guess....
He answered, "A drag queen?".
He keeps walking, not understanding what he said wrong. I...am...floored...
"Uh, what?"
"Oh, sorry. Did I say something wrong?"
"Um, you called me a drag queen... I was going to say I used to be 305 lbs. and now I am 203 lbs. Why did you say drag queen?"
"Oh, sorry. It's just your nails and the way your body is, and your hair and stuff."
OK, at this point I think there may have been other, better words he was searching for when he said that and picked the wrong one.
Frankly, I hadn't thought I was looking too far from male yet, but I guess there are other people out there who are seeing things I don't.
But, God in heaven...please don't ever call me a drag queen. Heck, I was dressed in guy clothes even (granted the pants are not the most masculine cut, but they were direct from the male shelf at the store).
Hmm, maybe I am starting to mess with people's heads. I guess it must be happening since he felt so compelled to squeeze that into the conversation he must have been giving it some thought.
As Alice said in Wonderland, "How peculiar."