The best laid plans
Hubby’s in the process of painting his first car, a 1998 BMW 535. He tried to start this weekend, but he realized yesterday that he didn’t get have filter cartridges for his respirator mask. So my lunchtime errand today was Grainger Industrial Supply. So I strap on my butch suit, and away we go.
I did well: I found two of the three items on the shelf, and I found somebody at the service counter to help me with the third item. And things were pretty uneventful ‘til I was standing at the service counter and heard someone ask:
Hey, does anybody remember the name of that song Eartha Kitt sang?
At least I avoided singing it for him.
I did well: I found two of the three items on the shelf, and I found somebody at the service counter to help me with the third item. And things were pretty uneventful ‘til I was standing at the service counter and heard someone ask:
Hey, does anybody remember the name of that song Eartha Kitt sang?
At least I avoided singing it for him.
posted by Ben at
12:47 PM
1 Comments:
That'll ruin a good "butch" disguise EVERY TIME.
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Jax Peach, at 4:28 PM
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