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It's funny that waiter wrote this when he did.
A couple days ago the other woman working at the video counter with me pointed to two middle aged women, very dressed up and browsing the older movies.
"Those are men," she whispered, leaning in close.
"Oh, that doesn't surprise me," I responded. "One of them is probably Veronica."
She looked horrified that I would know a transvestite by name, and even more horrified when I told her that Veronica used to be a city official in a town near here. When Veronica isn't Veronica, she's Steve. I really only know Steve, and I only know him from work, but Steve is a nice-looking, very friendly man in his 50's who wears slacks, button-down shirts, dangly earrings, press-on nails, and eyeliner. When Steve isn't Steve, he's Veronica, and he's a woman.
When one of the two ladies approached the counter holding Chicago, my coworker looked squeamish. She is a very sweet woman, but she's very religious and conservative, and I was sure it was obvious to the customer that she was uncomfortable. She explained that you have to have an account set up in our specific store, and I butted in, saying that I would be happy to set up an account for her, I would just need to see her ID.
My coworker seemed relieved when I took over and hurried away to wait on someone more normal.
The 'woman' on the other side of the counter clutched her driver's license to her chest and explained to me with a bashful smile that the picture didn't look like her, but it was hers.
"That's just fine," I assured her with a smile. If I'd been thinking, I would have asked if there was another name she'd like me to add to the account, in addition to Flloyd.
I set up her account and made small talk, trying to make her feel at ease. When everything was set, I rang up her movie, wished her a fun weekend, and called her, "Ms. Jones".
I'm sure people treat her and her friends like freaks all the time, and I'm sure she was aware that I knew she was a man in makeup, a wig, and fantastic clothing, but I hope that she appreciated that I did my job and treated her like any other customer wearing lipstick.
The next three movies I will be watching, courtesy of Netflix:
1: Prozac Nation
2: Waiting...
3: In Her Shoes
