I carry a change purse. Yes, that's right, I actually carry a change purse. Got tired of change falling out of my pockets, especially in the summer when the pockets of my shorts are about as deep as my thoughts at the end of a long day. My wife gave me the change purse and said use it. Who am I to argue with my wife, who is infinitely more sensible than either you or I? (Believe me -- I know.)
So today I'm at Ooh La La's for lunch in the atrium of the Broadcast Centre and one of the staff sees the change purse. He says, "You use that thing?" I said, "Yes." He repeated, "You USE that thing?" I said, "Yes. Yes, I do." He said, "You look like a WOMAN, using that thing."
I was only a little bit flustered. I was kind of psychologically prepared for this kind of reaction. In fact, I'm surprised more people haven't bugged me about it. I said, "I'm secure in my masculinity. Um, I think."
He said, "But you actually use that thing?" as if the empirical evidence before him wasn't enough.
I shrugged and left. Secure in the knowledge that, in this age of loonies and twoonies, I lose one heckuva lot less change than that guy, and probably plenty of others.
Even if I do look like a woman.
9:33:29 PM 
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