Right now a cool dude just entered the shop. Like a really cool dude. With cool tattoos, a cool hat, cool t-shirt. And green crocs.
Green crocs. Oh my godness. I feel bad for laughing, but people with dirty crocs on the street just make me laugh.
This week two people have called me ”boy” and one asked me about my age, at work (thinking I was younger).
I don’t really know how to react when someone says that I’m a boy.
I just stand there, like: