Dude Looks Like a Lady

Sometimes when I am driving around the great city of Tucson, I see someone that immediately makes me play the game 'Dude or Chick?'  That game involves you trying to guess if the person you see before you is a dude or a chick.  Usually when I see someone that I am unsure of their gender they are pudgy fat, with fleshy thighs, large buttocks, hips, stomach roll, breasts, and a couple of chins that may or may not be hiding an adam's apple. 

However the other day I got to play Dude or Chick right outside my office door.  Unlike previous times this person was physically fit, slender with some muscles.  The chest was ambiguous. It could have been small pert breasts or it could have been nicely developed pectoral muscles.  The shaved arms and legs weren't a clue because I know some athletes shave for a better rubdown after a workout.  The person was looking down at their laptop so I had no facial clues.  I found excuses to wander in and out of my office multiple times but never did decide dude or chick.

The whole reason I thought of this story is my favorite dude or chick person is back!  I've passed this person on the way to work for years (except winters apparently) and the jury is still out.  Whatever gender he or she may be I suspect he is down on his luck as I see him walking from the park with a harvesting of aluminum cans in the same clothes day after day.  I applaud his consistency. Or her consistency.  I surely do not know.

The Fine Print: I hope y'all weren't offended by this post.  My intention isn't to make fun of people or gender bash people. I find it interesting that sometimes societal and body clues leave you guessing.  I wonder what it is like to live a life where service people don't know to call you "ma'am" or "sir."  Card stuff by Club Scrap again, except the twine by May Arts and the feather by nature and sold to me in a craft store.