Last night, I mentioned to Pat that I wish I could have been born a cisgender female who looked like this when younger. If I were younger and in better health, I'd consider plastic surgery to make my face look more like this. Today, I had lunch with a friend who has no idea that I am not a cisgender female.
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MAR is 36 years old, and doesn't have a good career. I'm not really sure of how she got her bachelor's degree, as I think that this must have been a struggle for her. But I digress.
We met at the local pizzeria around 5:00 pm, just as the Trump verdicts were coming in. The conversation we had was pleasant, focusing on things like getting a new job. The last time we met, I mentioned that New York State was on a hiring spree, and that she should take the civil service tests to try to get a job with benefits. Did she do this? No. So, I mentioned that the post office is looking for people and that she should apply at their open house to be held next week. Do I think she'll do this? Probably not. But one can hope.
Before we left the restaurant, the waiter took $100 in $20's from us, and we asked for change of the extra $20. He thought we had given him $80, and got confused. Luckily, this didn't become a problem for us, as he gave us $20 from his own pocket - from which we gave him $15 back in a tip.
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My next destination was to Yonkers to pick up the lost earring - the hostess of game night found it, and was ready for me when I got there. Sadly "Murder Mouth" (as she calls her dog - it can't be trusted around visitors) wouldn't relax, and that meant I couldn't stay and chat. So, it was back home for the evening and to the basket of laundry that needed folding....
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