My bi-annual androgyny virus struck the other day at Kroger. True, I have short hair, and true, I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts (not that they're masculine but they weren't a dress, for example) and true, my jewelry is kinda teensy & it's rare to find any make-up on me, plus my bosoms were hidden behind the little credit card swiper/check sign shelf thingies.
That's all the bones I can throw the girl who, having had a few long minutes to peruse me during the transaction, said quite firmly with no sign at all of having (realized she) got it wrong, "Will that be all, sir?"
I could let this go except that it really does happen every six months or so; plus it never happened before moving here. For crying out loud; I know I'm not the only short-haired female in town.