9:35pm, backbar, continued
I'm not positive, but I think I'm already well past my "Three ma'ams and a haircut" rule, which states that after being mistaken for a female three times, it's time to go get a haircut.
#1. Fellow at the bar last Friday.
#2. Cashier at the Trader Joe's checkout line on Sunday.
#3. Cafeteria orker behind the counter on Tuesday.
Yeah, that's three.
Be that as it may, though, I'm letting my hair grow and leaving my luxurious tresses, so fuck it.