unsurprisingly I have spent most of today staring into space

[kaberett]

I note with mild amusement, however, that I have in fact now trained myself to respond automatically to misgendering from strangers trying to sell me things on the street.

"Excuse me, miss--"

"Not a miss!" I call back, as I keep wheeling.

They usually follow up with "... Mrs?" to which my response is "Nope!"

This lot continued with "Ma'am?"

"Nope!"

"Sir?"

"Closer, but no!"

... and then I disappeared around the corner.

I continue astonished at how much better it feels to correct people without actually investing any of my time in the interaction than it does to completely ignore them.

Comments

[silveradept]

Well done, and especially for doing it without...breaking the wheeling rhythm? (I haven't found a good chair equivalent for "breaking stride," which is completely inappropriate to use in this situation.)