Transman’s been on testosterone for a little while and when he looks in the mirror, he sees nothing particularly different. Something must be going on, though, because he’s had strangers affirming his masculinity.
He and the lads were on a road trip recently and since Son 2 never heeds the “pee before we head out” advice, they had to stop at a gas station and make use of the facilities. Transman opted to take the lad into the women’s room because he wasn’t sure about the “friendliness” of the town they were in and he didn’t want to cause a ruckus. That attempt to avoid controversy backfired a bit when a woman entered and saw Transman and son washing their hands.
“Am I in the men’s room?!” she yelled loudly enough so that it echoed off the walls. She threw the door open again and checked the sign. She didn’t seem too comforted by the sign with the skirt-wearing stick figure.
She came back in eyeing Transman. She gave Transman a sickly smile and tried to recover by tousling Son 2’s hair and saying, “You’re a handsome young man, that’s all. You’re so handsome I just didn’t know where I was.”
Transman didn’t question her logic; he dried his mitts and lit out of there before she could engage them in conversation or offer them “modeling” contracts.
Transman has a confession to make now. Sometimes, on Fridays, when he’s had a long week and the kids are crying in the car on the long commute home, he breaks down and hits a drive-thru. Yes, go ahead, throw your stones now.
Transman and Son 2 made a quick swing through a fast-food place’s drive-thru lane recently. After mumbling out their order, Transman pulled up to the first window and the guy taking the money said, “Hey, Buddy.”
Transman wondered how the man knew he’d been Buddy Holly in a past life … at least his ability to read past life auras had no effect on the man’s change-making ability. Transman took his $2.63 and pulled up to the next window. Little did he know flirtation was being served up with the value meals that day.
When they got to the second window, the young man on the other side flashed Transman a dazzling smile. He was wearing a rainbow bracelet, which he spun after he handed Transman the drinks.
“I love those glasses man,” the young man said as he handed Transman the bag of artery-clogging delight and winked.
“Thanks,” Transman said. “Have a good one.”
“Oh I will … later,” the young man said and then he sang, “Friday! It’s Friday!”
Transman laughed and drove off so he could pick up Son 1 and the family could enjoy their slow-death-in-a-bag with fries.