drunk

The other day, I decided to attend a “Meet & Greet” in honor of the festive season and for the benefit of charity.  GF was in the process of getting ready for her holiday baking, so this was a solo flight.

One of the ways they were raising money for their charity was to offer a photo-op with their Mr. December Santa in exchange for a donation.  As I had every intention of taking them up on that offer, I donned my little red corset and a white crinoline.  As this was a store that sells corsets and the like, I thought that would be a most appropriate outfit for the photo.

Reality Bites

Anyway, I also had some shopping to do several blocks from the party, so I parked somewhere in the middle.  It was night, and cold, and I knew I’d have to walk, so I had a long-ish coat on to hide my somewhat provocative outfit, which had no place out on the street.

No matter… the first person I passed was a street drunk who, as he staggered past me, said, “Hey, Tranny!”

Great!  Just what I needed.  My shoes were a bit loose, making it hard to walk, and I had to hold my coat closed, so my posture may not have been perfect, but I didn’t realize I looked that bad so as to be clocked at 20 paces in the dark by a drunk.