posted on Aug, 7 2010 @ 05:45 AM
reply to post by SLAYER69
I know what you mean, sometimes I don't know what to say.
When I went to see if I could join the marines, a similar thing
happened to the recruiting Sergeant.
With a terse buzz-cut, he eyed me up and down and then shook
his square-jawed head.
"You're not the kinda material that we're lookin' for, son" he snapped
through a tight smile.
I placed my purse between my knees and looked up at the medal-
adorned soldier. "But surely Sergeant... you need someone who
decides what color the uniforms will be? I said sweetly.
The battle-scarred warrior gazed down with his 1000 yard stare and
snarled "we're here to save lives, Mary... we man the walls, so freaks
like you can be like you are"
I gulped and straightened my dress.
"... and another thing..." he said and I noticed his face ease, "... don't
call me Shirley" he whispered and turned back to his desk.
"At least, not in here" He finished.
[edit on 7-8-2010 by A boy in a dress]