Today, I was tickled by a tranny. →[More:] Or at least I think I was. We have a regular seller, who I deal with. After I finished unpacking her boxes and she collected her money, from behind I felt two fingers wiggling on my belly just above my right hip. I turned around and she waggled her eyebrows, and said "Thank you,' with a knowing smirk. She's short and Latino with long black hair in a topknot ponytail, big hoop earrings, a lot of makeup...and a voice like Barry White on a Cohiba jag. I think there's a good chance she's either currently or was once a dude. I guess I should simply be flattered.

Also, near the end of the night I was outside having a smoke and half-listening to a conversation two female co-workers:

"It's my last day tommorow."
"What, you gonna be rich and famous?"
"I need time for my painting, so I got a part-time job, but it pays really well. I'm doing nude modeling for a graduate art class."

That got a "Whaaaaa?" from me. Then I asked if they were hiring dudes. Something in the air today, I guess. In other news, my copy of Kicking Tomorrow finally arrived.