So, last week I drove down to FL to spend time with my dad and Patsy. On the way down I stopped at a rest area. Get out of my car, find the women's restroom, and head inside to do my business. There is someone in the stall next to me that has the hiccups. I'm sitting there thinking "That sounds like a guy." Of course I begin to wonder did a man stumble into the wrong restroom, am I in the wrong restroom, hmmmm....
The person comes out and their back is to me as they wash their hands. It looks like a very tall, very boxy shaped woman with shoulder length blond hair. Okay, so it's a woman. I go to the sink to wash my hands and I'm kind of checking the person out as they dry their hands.
As I follow this person out of the bathroom I notice their hands...OMG it is totally a MAN dressed like a woman. Total man hands, man legs, man arms...lady shorts, lady top, lady hair...weird transvestite man voice. And he meets up with another man outside.
I follow them over to the snack area to buy a pop and it is all I can do not to burst into hysterical laughter. It's not so much that it was a transvestite because that doesn't really bother me, but it's the fact of that I ALWAYS RUN INTO THE MOST RANDOM SHIT. I have to bite my tongue to keep from laughing so I'm sure I looked like I was having a seizure because my shoulders were shaking.
As my friend Kelly pointed out--at least he wasn't naked. (True story--when I worked for the state of KY I stopped at a rest area traveling home from seeing a kid in foster care. As I'm leaving the rest area I notice this man standing next to a van has NO PANTS ON and by no pants I also mean no underwear. Being a social worker I automatically go to "OMG someone is molesting that poor mentally handicapped man." I call 911 to report this naked man at the rest area and the dispatcher actually laughs at me. Another time traveling to the same foster home I am driving down a busy road with houses on one side. As I'm coming up to this one house this older man is standing on the front steps and I think he looks kind of strange, but his back is to me. Just as I pull alongside the front of the house he turns around and starts to walk towards the road AND HE IS BUTT ASS NAKED. I also saw a woman in a tank top and underwear at the bus stop once.) So, yes, it could've been worse.
Of course Paul goes immediately that I should have called the police on him because he could've been trying to dress as a woman to rape/kill/god knows what woman in the bathroom. And he wonders why I'm so paranoid.
