As you may or may not know, I have very short hair. Coupled with my wearing comfortable clothes (i.e. Boys clothes since girls must be put in tight, itchy clothes) this makes for awkward situations in places with public bathrooms.
Essentially, I stand outside the two bathrooms, a scene replaying in my where I walk into the girls bathroom and there’s some one there and they say ‘This is the girls bathroom’ and I say ‘I am a girl, I just have short hair’ but they insist I’m a boy and then I have a psychological breakdown and murder them with a switchblade.
That last bit with switchblade and the breakdown didn’t actually happen.
However the rest of it happened once, leading me to want to shop for ‘girly’ clothes.
This led to the Shopping Trip Of Awkward Doom.
It can be summarized as:
My Grandma: We need to find some clothes for her.
Shopping Assistant Lady: You mean him?
Grandma: No, her.
The rest consisted of me follow SA Lady around the girls clothing section, all the while getting strange looks. Eventually I found a purple sweater that I liked.
But when I tried it on a few weeks later because we are going to see a movie, the neck was way to low-cut, and it was tight and itchy.
So the Shopping Trip Of Awkward Doom was for nothing.
Perhaps in the future we will have unisex bathrooms. Until then I will have to get over my fear of public bathrooms.
