Patricia?

The warehouse I work out of sells excess pallets to a Hispanic gentleman. I have often helped him load. The pallets tend to get tippy as they come off the dock plate and I helped steady them. About half way through the loading process, he asked, "What's your name?" I answered, "Pat." He then asked, "Patricia?" Since it was work where I try to maintain a male persona, I corrected, "Patrick." He smiled and nodded and went back to work.

Perhaps, as others have commented on my other blog entries, I'm no so much in stealth as I thought. It may have been his subtle way of telling me he saw through the male facade. But then, I do wear my hair in a high ponytail and always wear perfume, (Toujours Moi) So the facade may not be as great as it could be.