He wouldn't let it lie...
As some of you may know I spend a handful of weekends a year in a field with a rubber sword and a bad accent.* The place is full of wizards, dragon, zombies, ghosts, angels, and the usual mix of disguised nobles, false mustaches, and suchlike.
The players are also the full mix of humanity, black white, male, female, and all variations thereof including.

All that scene setting for an incident one afternoon at the tea house.**

A chap, dressed in a slightly shabby lion suit wanders in and takes a seat. Our newest waitress goes to take his order and is met instead with the question "are you supposed to be a man or a woman ?"

She blinks, replies firmly "woman", surmising that he's playing a cat man and may be pretending not to know the difference rather than just being a git.

He looks perplexed and pipes up again "No seriously, I can see you're dressed as a woman. But are you supposed to be a man or a woman..?"

"I'm not 'supposed' to be anything" She says, "I'm a woman". A statement that under normal circumstances would have ended it, but not this time.

He carries on, "But you look like a man..."

"I'm wearing a dress aren't I ? I've got breasts haven't I ?" she replies, visibly angry.

"But you _look_ like a man..."

Before she decides to offer some other level of proof I manage to get the chap outside and sat down where we can have a bit of a chat.
The next twenty minutes or so taken up with explaining to the chap just how much he'd upset the girl and how some people, say perhaps transsexuals in the later stages of treatment, can be a little touchy about gender issues.



*Opportunities for casual racism all over the place when black and white can gang up on green, and all of us can gang on up scaly
**I run a formal Japanese Tea House. My accent is appalling, and cantonese.
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