Other than a few friends who come from a line of ultra-strict fundamentalist types, but they seem to be able to put up with kilts and the occasional skirt, most places I frequent seem to not consider it an issue. A double-take here and there, but that is it. All the tellers at three different bank branches know me by name and no longer ask for ID when I make deposits. Don't sense any hostile vibes.
Then tonight. In the mid-30's so I pulled on fleece-lined tights, my black walking shoes, stepped into a black Ponte knit midi skirt, pulled on a white turtleneck and then slipped into a longish cowled sweater.
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Went to Southern "good ole boy" area and had BBQ, did some shopping, brought things home and watched the weather part of the news, then headed South on Dixie Highway and into the Kroger superstore. Got a few things and then....
I was after a second pint of a particular ice cream I favor and it was way back on the top shelf....stepped on the bottom part of the freezer and grabbed the top of the freezer with one hand and pulled a couple pints forward, left one for someone else and put the second one down on the next shelf before stepping down. While doing this a young lady who was looking in the next door over, noticed and came over to hold the door, for which I thanked her. Don't know if she'd ID'd me as a guy or not until I climbed down and spoke.
Then on checking out another lady joined me at the door as we pushed our carts bravely into the cold wind. Interestingly, she was parked right next to me. So as I had less stuff I got things in the trunk and put the cart in the pickup area and got in my car as she finished and took her cart to the pickup area while waving and smiling broadly.
Seems to be a pattern here and in other incidents....it is all women.