Friday, January 25, 2008

Passing or acceptance?

Yup, I'm bringing this topic up again because its a great topic to think
on....

Today I had to go pick up my contact lenses at the eye doctor's. Now,
let me say this - I have been going to this eye doctor since I was a
kid. To put it in perspective, when I went a while back to pick up my
wife's contacts, before I even walked in the front door the girl went
and got the lenses. She was coming back to the front desk when I walked
in the front door with them in hand. Needless to say, these are people
that know Joe on sight. Today I went as Heather (I couldn't see changing
just to go pick them up). Nobody in this office knows about Heather so
this would be a real interesting experience one way or the other.

When I got there I parked off to the side so they wouldn't recognize the
Jeep, just in case. I wanted to see if they would recognize me or not.
When I walked in 3 of the girls were at the front desk and at least 2
know Joe real well. I walked up to the front desk and one of the girls
(the same one that grabbed my wife's contacts last time) said "Can I
help you?" OK, so I know she doesn't have a clue as to who I am. I told
her I was picking up contacts for Joe and she actually repeated the name
back to me just to make sure she had the right name. She definitely had
no idea who I was (or she was really good at pretending not to). There
was a question about my wife's contacts as well and from the
conversation with the girls I honestly do not think any of them figured
me out. If they did, Heather's credit card probably stopped their
thoughts that I was Joe.

So, did I pass (did they read me) or was I merely accepted by them?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Sounds like you did a great job passing! I must admit that I'm a bit envious of your 5'10" and 130 lbs :)
I always find it a wonderful thrill when I pass - as if somehow my inner woman has been validated. Even though I know acceptance of who I am is far more important than passing.