So what is it with Doctors and me? Why can't they just leave me alone.
Today at about twelvish I arranged to meet some friends at the Glyncorrwg mountain-bike centre. Yes Mike and Dave are two gay mountainbikers who I've met recently and we've discovered that we prefer to ride the rail-trails as opposed to the high mountain trails. Anyway, a quick mobile call and we agree to meet around twelve. They were having lunch up there but Helen and I were eating at home so after an early 'brunch' I set off to meet Dave and Mike. When I arrive there the centre is not too busy but most of the tables are occupied. Mike and Dave are sitting outside on the verandah table so they wave me over and indicate a seat. I tell them I'm getting a coffee to join them.
I also notice an attractive pair of girls who I've never met before but they smile and indicate a space at the table they are sharing with Mike and Dave. After being introduced by Mike and Dave, I leave my crash helmet on the table and go to get a coffee. The counter is empty, so I walk up and order coffee just as a group of six muddy mountain-bikers follow me into the restaurant.
I'm now fixing myself a nice hot, sweet, milky cup of coffee. The girls behind the counter know me well so they just set out the big mug and like all the other bikers, I add my own milk and sugar. That's one of the nicest thing about the centre. You get a huge mug of cheap coffee and you get to put what you like in it. After cycling up to twenty miles up the trails, (Depending which way you come.) it's a nice treat before cycling back or going on with friends.
I'm minding my own business rooting through my 'bum-bag' to pay for the coffee when suddenly I feel a finger behind me digging under the bra band of my girly unitard and flicking my 'built in bra' just like the stupid little buggers used to do to the girls when I was at school. At the same time the big-mouthed c--t asks in a loud voice.
"Why are you wearing a girl's top?"
I turn around to find this big sod leering down at me and smirking all around the restaurant. The restaurant has gone deathly quiet!
"Right." thinks I. "This f-----g t--t needs his come-uppance!" So I give it to him with both barrels and reply even louder than he had spoken!
"Because I'm a partially transgendered, transvestite who needs the built in bra to support my boobs stupid! And it's not a top stupid! It's a unitard."
The girl behind stupid in the queue goes absolutly scarlet with embarrassment and hisses angrily at stupid. His grin fades like magic just as Mike and Dave notice the incident. Mike is huge and he stands by the door to the outdoor verandah.
"You okay Bev?"
"Yeah; thanks Mike, no problem; - just some transphobic twat giving it large." (I liked the last bit. 'giving it large', dunno' what it means exactly but it seemed the perfect word.)
Stupid eye's up Mike and decides to let it drop so I pick up my coffee, thank the girl behind the counter by name just to let everybody know that I'm a regular up there and I join my friends at the table on the verandah. The new girls move apart to put me between them as Mike gives stupid and his mates a very hard stare then rejoins us. The group then have to slink past us to get to the other outdoor table on the verandah.
They settle sheepishly at the other table and after a few minutes angry whispered conversations one of the two girls gets up and approaches our table. She has come to apologise for her boy-friend's behaviour.
"I'm very sorry about what happened in there. It was inexcusable! I would like to apologise for it."
"So why doesn't he come over and apologise," I reply, "we don't bite or eat people."
"He's too embarrassed. He's been stupid."
"Well that's a fact," Mike adds loudly, "but Bev's right, we don't bite or eat people."
The girl turns red again and returns to her table to persuade stupid to come over.
Eventually after some more angry intercourse, stupid stands up and comes over. He apologises and slinks back to his table, however the girlfriend is not content with his behaviour and she returns to our table to explain further.
" I feel I must tell you my boyfriend is an absolute idiot."
We said nothing but the two girls at our table nodded sagely as the girlfriend continued.
"You see my boyfriend has just passed a resit for his medical exams. He's just graduated with his medical degree!"
At this I just can't resist having my say and I really let 'my slip show'.
"Oh a doctor. Well that explains the stupidity doesn't it. Tell him to steer clear of transgendered people if he ever actually gets to practice medicine. With an attitude like his he could end up being punched or sued."
That was the end of the issue except that Dave whispered 'TWAT!' to the guy just as we were leaving.
If that's the way doctors are still behaving, God help us! I'm glad I still don't trust em'
This is a picture of the outfit I was wearing but I didn't have my crash hat on when I was assaulted.
Happy cycling.
Beverly.
growing old disgracefully.
Comments
Good for you
YEAH BEV , good your you by standing up for yourself and letting these MORRONS know it is not OK to pick on someone for being different or in this case being yourself and who you are. I wish I could have been there to see big mouth get his
Just had a similar incident myself.
It was at a veterans administration clinic here in painesville, OH, and the Doc was an Indian national. In India, they call people like me Hijiras, and much of India still uses the Caste system. In short, he thought he was dealing with someone from a much lower Caste.
"Oh, hello Gwen, so you are transgendered. Do you need a papsmear?" This with a shit eating grin on his face.
"Well since I have no Cervix or Uterous, I think one is contraindicated, don't you?"
" Oh, then you still have your gonads and your penis?"
"Have you never seen a transgendered woman before?"
"No, I haven't."
"Well, why don't you get your staff in here and we could do a show and tell?" (This is what I wish I had said.)
By the time I got out of there, I felt like I had been the pet in the petting zoo.
Shit happens.
Much peace.
Gwendolyn
Bon motte's
Hi again Gwen.
There have been several times when 'I wish I'd said that.' Trouble is when we write we have all the time in the world to find the right words. Worse still, I'm not very witty or quick-humoured with conversation so I very rarely (if ever,) find that perfect put-down.
I was lucky I was able to be blunt, (some might say downright rude to the guy,) for Mike was handy as back-up. All six, four of him and seventeen stone of cycling muscle. (240 lbs,). Dave is also over six feet and fit as well so I feel quite petite and femme beside them. Sitting between the two real girls, I felt really safe and protected.
Furthermore the dinner girls behind the counter know me so I was on home turf. In the quieter times of winter, when the cafe is empty midweek and I indulge in a lovely, unhassled mid-week ride, the dinner girls often sit and chat as I drink my favoured large coffee. They were ever so helpful when I broke my collarbone.
The mountain-bike centre is a really welcoming place, the food is good, they've got proper tables indoors, trestle tables out doors and several large comfy sofas with low 'coffee' tables so all in all it's lovely and comfortable up there. A really nice place to take a mid-ride break.
Sorry to hear about your Indian veteran's doctor, I suspect people from different cultural back-grounds find it harder to adjust but if any of them take umbrage at me, I'm in their face straight away. All I ask is to be left alone I dont expect or want hassle or pity or condemnation just privacy and peace. That's why I cycle so much, alone I suppose.
Live long and live in peace.
OXOXOX
Beverly.
Growing old disgracefully.
I like to think
that most young doctors are probably more understanding than the plonker you met. I suspect he was playing up for his girlfriend and it backfired all over him. He certainly won't forget the encounter and will hopefully learn from the experience. After all, clothes are just clothes, we can wear what we like when we like providing we aren't trying to deceive or upset others. (I'm thinking of that man who got the asbo for persistently wearing a schoolgirl's outfit - and there I suspect he should have been pitied rather than punished).
Angharad
Angharad