I Did Not Get THESE To Be Called Sir...

I used to work in downtown Toronto, as you may of read in past posts. I have met some really interesting people in that experience and this story is about one of those very interesting people I have encountered.

One day, I was scheduled to work in the basement of the store I work at, which is pretty much all of the movies for the store. The basement draws in a lot of the crazies, which is generally fine as they just like to shop for the most part and leave you be. On this particular day, I guess I just had an extra friendly face on, and I was chit chatting with this dude about this and that. We were talking for a while and I was kind of getting antsy and such, but kept listening.

Another customer comes down the stairs and walks over to us and is apparently a friend of the person I am chatting with. The person that comes over is a tranny with big straight blonde hair, gigantic Pam Anderson tits, big botoxed lips and very little clothing on. The shirt was barely covering nipple. And I will just refer to her/him as she hence forth for now.

So she came over and said hi to her friend and then proceeded to tell me about her experience in the main floor. We had just hired this British guy and he was working with a few other people. Apparently, she was walking around the store upstairs and looking for stuff, when the British guy walked over to her and said "Can I help you find anything, sir?"

Now, normally it's good training if you know better than to gentrify anyone when addressing someone in retail, but apparently, he did not know better.

The tranny was really offended by this and said no and continued shopping. I guess after a little while, the British guy returned and offered assistance again, following it up, once more with "sir". If anyone knows any trannies or has met any, you know that this is a really big no-no. So she came downstairs, as I mentioned and proceeded to tell me this:

Her: "That British guy you have working on the main floor is a HOMOPHOBE!"

Me: "Really? Well he's new and I haven't worked with him much, but he doesn't seem like that?"

Her: "Do you KNOW what he said to me?! He called me SIR!"

She proceeded to tell me about the incident above that I have already mentioned, so once I was filled in on that, she carried on:

Her: "Do you think that I dress like THIS and I got THESE (at this point, she sticks out her chest to a point where she might as well of been flashing me, since her boobs are like all up in maa space...) to be called SIR!? No, I didn't, and it's really rude and disrespectful of someone to treat me like that. I mean, you work DOWNTOWN! You have to expect people like ME pretty often here!"

She was not wrong at all. We had strippers, prostitutes, homeless people, trannies, alcoholics... all sorts show up at the store to shop, but we all knew how to deal with it and we had an awesome security team that kept us safe. You need to definitely be open minded to work at the store and homophobia definitely doesn't fly since like half the staff are gay and such too. So if you're a homophobe, you won't last very long.

She carried on for a bit more and thanked me for listening and being so open-minded and pleasant etc. They chatted with me casually for a little bit and such. Then they had to leave and they said their goodbyes and such and thanked me again. As they were leaving, the tranny just quickly popped in this little treasure for me to remember:

"I know what will make the British boy not so homophobic anymore... I'll just march right up there and give him a blow job and that will change his mind REEEEEAL quick!"