I have conceded to the fact that I will be called "he" for the next five months. At first it bothered me a little bit, but I've slowly gotten used to it. Now, I look forward to the winter months and the looks on people's faces as they try to determine if I am a twelve year old boy or something else.
Last year, the gym at school closed for a month around the Christmas holiday. I decided to get a trial membership at Bally's (yuck) during that time.
One day, on my way to the gym...
I was all geared up and on the road. I pulled off at Exit 28 (yes, I live in Jersey) and proceed up the ramp. At this time I noticed two things, first, the car in front of me was going about 3 miles per hour and second, the vehicle behind me was about to be in my trunk. I took a peek in my rear view and saw an Escalade, most definitely rollin' on twenties with tinted windows. The driver was an irate man.
The three car procession followed up the ramp, where it split. The slow car went left. I went right and the Escalade came up the shoulder to pass me. As he did this, we made eye contact and I flipped him off. Yup. He didn't particularly take a liking to this. He put down his window and asked me if I "wanted go." I thought to myself "Do I wanna go?" All I could do was laugh, but apparently he was serious and becoming increasingly irritated my decision to laugh. He followed me to the next traffic light. When we stopped I took off my winter hat, at which point he realized that I was a woman. The light changed and he turned around.
That was fun.
