Right the first time

Bloody hell look at the time... I approached the supermarket checkout yesterday and there was a woman in front of me, with her kid climbing towards the end of the conveyor belt…

She said, "You’ll have to get down now because this lady needs to put her basket down". She must have noticed me smirking because she looked more closely at me and said, "or man, sorry". I said, "It’s ok, you were close", I wanted to say so much more, but somehow she looked mystified. Once again I must stress that I do not believe I ever pass, or that any of us should put any great importance on doing so, but I felt that there must be something inside that wanted to get out. I was in jeans and a scruffy denim jacket, hadn’t shaved for 3 days, but my hair is getting longer, and I’m constantly aware of who I really am, so I guess I walk, stand, and hold the basket like Lucy just does.

The woman was right the first time; I love it when that happens.