I passed in the weirdest of situations!

[Guest Lizzie McTrucker]

So picture this. It's 2am. Downtown Cincinnati. I'm lost.

I pull over onto this pull-off section of a street that's just big enough to park a semi without being in the way of anything.

Did I mention it's 2am?

As I'm trying to look at google maps on my phone to figure out how the heck I get into this Norfolk-Southern railyard, I notice a lady walking up to my truck.

Not just any lady, oh no, this was a special kind of lady. Okay, she was a prostitute. and she had sunglasses on.

Did I mention it was 2am? Yep, still dark.

She hops up on the passenger side of my truck. I rolled the window down.

"Hey, you looking to do anything?" she says.

"Um, no, sorry." I reply.

She pauses for a second.

"You're a girl, aren't you?" she asks.

"...uh, yeah." I respond.

"Oh, sorry, I thought you were a guy."

"it's okay." (me acknowledging that I wasn't bothered or offended)

She hops down from my truck and walks off.

Now let's think about this.

A prostitute. Wearing sunglasses. at 2am. could tell in this dimly lit truck that I was a girl.

Meanwhile at a Wendy's in the middle of the day I get called 'sir'.

[Charlize]

I love your stories Lizzie. I'm surprised that you didn't ask her how to get to the rail yards. I'm not surprised that you passed or that she was mistaken at first. I rarely expect a woman to be driving a big rig even though i know some girls who spend their lives crossing the country for a living.

Glad you checked in with such an interesting experience.

Hugs,

Charlize

[Guest Lizzie McTrucker]

Well as it turns out, the entrance where I thought I was supposed to go was, in fact, the correct entrance but they were doing construction right at the entrance and thus the rail yard was closed until 6am.

What's weird (this is the sociologist in me) is that in hindsight, since she was right there at my truck, there were so many questions I could have asked her like "why do you do this?" or "do you enjoy doing this?" or even "how did you get started doing this?". Also it's a shame I didn't have any condoms to give her just so her or her, uh, customers, don't catch anything.

But yeah, I passed to a prostitute wearing sunglasses at night. That should count for something, right? lol

(rhyme not intentional, but I'll take it!)

[Guest Brenda Hailey]

Evidently that prostitute wears rose colored glasses :-)

Take it while you can get it from whoever you can get it from,and enjoy.

Being correct gendered from "anyone" would be a welcome surprise for me.

[Guest]

A far cry from your Pilot/Flying-J experience, Lizzie.

Sure enjoy your road tales Girl.

Huggs,

Joann

[tracy_j]

Far better than the other story

I know your work takes you there (and hers too) but it's maybe not ideal for either of you to be around at that time!

Tracy x

[Guest]

Thats so awesome, loved this. What a (kinda wierd) honor. XD Thanks for sharing. Stay safe on the roads at night! ^^

[Cyndee]

That's funny, and yeah that could be an odd validation if you will.

I would think this encounter more than makes up for that miserable person you ran into at the truck stop.

Safe travels,

Cyndi -

[Guest LizMarie]

Take em where you can, Lizzie!

[Guest Lizzie McTrucker]

It was a really odd validation where you think about how this girl could tell you're a girl, at night, wearing sunglasses, and then you think about being misgendered during the day where there's a lot of light and you can't help but scratch your head and go ".....huh?!"

It's a mystery to me, too.

[Guest KerryUK]

Well, mystery or not Lizzie. It was a lovely story and a much better one than the other story - I'm pleased for you. It's such a wonderful feeling when we are correctly 'gendered' by others isn't it?