Leftovers

Just a couple of items from my trip, before I relegate it to the annals (that's two n's, pervert) of my history:

--- In my last entry, I described getting a sign from on high(?) telling me not to go dress shopping. The following day, Friday, I was unexpectedly told that I wasn't needed at work. If that's not a sign that dress shopping is on the table, I don't know one. So I concocted a plan. I decided to walk over around dusk, so I could see the layout and situation within the store from the street. When I got there, the store was very brightly lit, and I quickly realized just how visible I would be from the street, if I went in. Despite being in drab, I had fully intended to ask to try things on. But ultimately, my downfall was the fear of being seen inside the store by passersby. A failure of nerve, to be sure, but more a matter of timing than a lack of execution. I remain proud of the firsts I've managed this month.

--- The drive to Maryland was about eight hours each way. My coworker, a very conservative man, made more than a few disparaging remarks about homosexuals on the drives. I think he lumps crossdressers and transgendered into that group, as well. I'm ashamed that I didn't have the courage to call him out on his bigotry. In my head, I was screaming for him to shut up, while outside I passively let him have his say. If I had pointed out that they were just humans being, he probably would have chalked it up to my liberal bent, as we have had verbal dustups before. But for whatever reason, I just felt too exposed to go after him on this subject. Not my proudest moment...