I've been a busy boy this week--not only have I left my place every day this week, I left it three times in a row to take 3 bus trips in a row.
Here's my first observation--the bus sign across the street from my apartment building. I MISS THE OLD BUS SIGN WITH BUS NUMBERS ON IT. God forbid you don't have a smartphone to scan this sign to see what buses stop here! Are we just assuming everyone owns a smartphone now? I feel like I'm being dragged against my will into the future.
Second observation--I caught this bus (and a transfer downtown) to UPMC Presby in Oakland to meet with my neurologist and get 2 new CT scans done of my head. The bad news is, I'm still dealing with cranial inflammation from post-covid. The good news is, compared to my last scans, the affected areas have reduced by 70%.
Here's what I really wanted to share--I had a headache the entire time I was there because my brain kept trying to determine if my nurse was a male or female. He/she was white with shoulder length hair, a sort of masculine face but with makeup, a sort of masculine body but with a bosom.
When I asked nurse their name, they said "Thomya". I said "Oh okay.. Tonya." Nurse said "No, not Tonya. Thomya." I said "Tommy." Nurse said "No. T-H-O-M-Y-A." I said "I'm so sorry, is that a male or female name?" Thomya said "Hehe! Neither, I hope! I was born with male parts but I don't identify as male." I said "Oh okay miss. I'm sorry." Thomya said "Hehe! I'm not a miss!"
THEN WHAT ARE YOU. Jiminy Cricket!
The next day (yesterday) I took the bus downtown To PennDOT to renew my driver's license. Actually, I renewed it online 3 months ago, but they didn't send me my new license in the mail. I got a camera card that required me to go downtown to their office. When I called and asked why they sent a camera card instead of a new license, I was told "If your last photo-ID was considered unsatisfactory, we require you to come in and have a new photo taken." Darn it!
So after getting up early, going downtown and waiting a half hour for my turn, was called up to one of the windows. The woman asked me several questions in a very tired voice, then told me to stare at the blue dot while she took my photo. When I saw it and frowned, she asked me if I wanted another photo. I said yes. When I saw it and frowned again. she said "Do you just want to use the photo from your last license?"
BUT I THOUGHT IT WAS CONSIDERED "UNSATISFACTORY"! I said no, as long as I was required to make the trip downtown I want a new picture!
And finally, earlier today I took the bus up the street to Lincoln Barbershop for a long overdue haircut. The shop is only 1/2 mile from my apartment, but I'm still dealing with plantar fasciitis and it's too long a walk for me. I knew with two barbers there'd be at least 3 people beside myself, so I took a handful of Mike's 5th Avenue candy bars with me.
I said "Remember the old days when new dads would hand out cigars in the waiting room after their kid was born? Well. my social security starts in 2 months so I thought I'd hand these out instead."
They were all very thankful and I got a great haircut I'm very happy with--The End!


You've been very busy! I got tired reading about all the bus rides, frustration and waiting, so I can't imagine how you must have felt with the foot and long covid issues. I don't pay much attention to names these days; I either hear them incorrectly or forget them a moment after that. I don't generally forget a face, but names are another story. That was thoughtful of you to bring the candy bars and the haircut looks great!
ReplyDeleteThank you Margaret, I worry I sounded like an old man here... 👴
DeleteGood to see that you're "out and about", Doug. Even when you may not feel like it I think it helps to get out some. As for Thomya, sounds like we all could try a little harder to stop automatically categorizing each other based on gender. I know, at 72 I do it, too. But really, when I honestly stop and think, it really doesn't have to be that way. As long as the person is clean, well groomed, and doing their job in a proficient and personable manner that's all that matters, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteThank you Don and I agree with you, I'm just having a hard time letting go of that man or woman thing. Star Trek Next Generation did an excellent episode about this 30 years ago. I need to rewatch it.
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