i really want to retell this story because i did not do justice to it the first time around.
This is september 2018, im a year away from cracking my egg, im working at a stand at the book fair for a book store. My job is to stand around, guard the books, show them to any interested potential buyer, tell them the prices and direct them to the cashier if they want to buy them.
this was a long shift, from 10 am to 9 pm. i would reach the end of it tired beyond belief. and then i would have to walk by foot all the way back to the apartment that i shared with my girl friend. the walk home would be a pretty lonely and exhausting walk. So sometimes my girlfriend at the time, who needless to say is Trans with a capital T, would come pick me up and walk with me back home some times.
so one night she comes a bit earlier, around 30 minutes before the shift ends. its late at night, the book fair is fairly empty, no clients around, and she loves books so she comes to me in the stand and pretends to be a client who doesnt know me, interested in the books. i play along, showing her our books on offer and doing my whole bookseller routine with her. of course we are smiling and being coy and giggling to each other the whole time. eventually she leaves after she whispers that she’s going to be waiting for me outside.
through all this my boss was a few meters away. he would come every now and then for an hour or so to check over everything and just stand there, watching over the stand, making sure we were doing our jobs. so after my gf goes away he walks up to me, and acting all familiar he says to me, with the amused whisper of a mentor: “be careful buddy, some times women come with a handle”
i look back at him and i was more confused than anything else because i genuenly did not understand what the hell he was saying or hat did it mean, so i just ask, confused “what”
and he explained, like a wise man explaining the basic facts to a green gilled rookie “i mean that that was a tranny, boy”
thats when two things dawned on me. He thought i had been actually flirting with a costumer AND he thought i commited the classic blunder of flirting with a trans girl without realizing.
at that point the sheer size of the misunderstanding hit me faster than how gross and innapropiate the comment had been so i do the first thing i do whenever someone makes a mistake in front of me: i instinctively correct it without realizing what i was saying.
“That was my girlfriend, sir”
and that man immediatly collapsed in front of me. he walked back sputtering, red as a tomato, unable to see me in the face, trying to awkwardly laugh it off and explain that he had been joking and that he didnt mean it and so on.
the part of the story that i never told was that the next day one of my coworkers took me aside to speak privately to me. she, with the biggest ammount of grave regret apologized to me formally in the name of the store. that was happened had been extremely innapropiate and that she felt terribly sorry for it having taken place. Now, i want to make it clear. this was purely a personal matter for her. our book store was a small mom and pop store, we didnt have an HR department or anything even close to it. and then she explained to me that the reason why this made her so upset was because she herself had a trans daughter, and she was scanadlized that her boss woul behave like that.
it was one of the most heartwarming moments in my life.
so yeah. tha is just one of the many adventures and misadventures that i would get up to. back when i lived in the big city
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