The Uniform
D didn't know about the short hair cut. So on the train the other night, he thought he saw my doppelganger.
-It looked like her, but I wasn't sure so I didn't say hi, he told C, who knew about the drastic hair cut, but hasn't seen it yet. She stopped typing and squinted at him.
-Ok, what was she wearing? C said.
-Some kind of a jacket or a sweater, eyeglasses, and a really, really big bag.
A guffaw from C. - Yes, that's our girl!
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Another related incident, VJ accompanied me to the grocery store last weekend. Grocery shopping is my favorite chore - it gives me a sense of purpose and makes me feel very middle-class, although in my present condition, I am just barely. It was our first time in that gigantic supermarket and we couldn't find the bathrooms. I stopped a passing employee and inquired about it. His reply: It's that way, sir. He didn't even correct himself, nothing to indicate that he made a mistake, he just went his way. But I don't begrudge him; it was late and he must have been tired. ( Do I smell class guilt?) Needless to say, VJ found it very amusing and he was laughing and we sort of trotted to the bathrooms because now, he really really needed to pee.