After having my long blonde tresses done at the hair salon, this intrepid coward, boldly buys a timid sandwich, and is read! Not as a proud member of the LGBTQIGQ Nation, several letters of which apply, but as being military! The “Reader?” A former soldier from Sri Lanka who tells me my confident posture gives me away. (He is a former soldier in the Sri Lanka Army – he and that other dude.)
I smile as I give him money, and he asks me, “You are in the military?”
I am wearing medical scrubs with blonde locks about my shoulders.
“The military! You are in the Army perhaps?”
“I was back in the day.”
“What was it like to be a woman in the U.S. Army?”
<Where’s a good robbery when you need one?>
“I made it to retirement,” as I accept the change and sexily, yet crisply march, shoulders back, head high, out of the store.
“Come back soon!”
<Doh! I suddenly miss Grant Hall.>