directions anyone?
i’m waiting at the bus stop in china town and this group of five teenage boys comes up to me. my teenage years were pretty traumatic so i fear teenage boys way more than i do adult men. so they walk up and ask where canal street is, “ma’am.” while i’m giving the one directions the other one is yelling in the background, “that’s a man, yo.” i give my directions and the kid turns to me and says, “i’m sorry, really i am. you are a guy right?” i just say it’s ok and not to worry about it. happens sometimes. he runs off yelling at his friends, “you guys, i told you it was a guy. you guys are such dorks.” it made me smile. when i looked like a girl i got mistaken for a guy and now i get mistaken for a woman. i still enjoy watching people argue about it after they walk away.
