G'day Shleed, Calico. Didn't realise I was female? Well, it's not the first time I've been mistaken for male, and probably not the last either. At least you have a good excuse, Calico. What
really grinds my gears is when I'm dressed in full middle-aged lady regalia (earrings and all), and
still!!! been called "sir" by some dozy shop assistant. To be a good shop assistant, you have to be
much better at interpreting the finer details of people's sartorial presentation. Or maybe they were badly hungover, who can say.