R.I.P. Kitten

Fe-mailman

The other day I was out in the neighborhood with my friend, Norma, and we ran into my mailman who is a woman. I guess that would have been a mail woman at one time before it became a mail person and then a mail carrier to be completely neutral. I waved to her and she waved back. My friend, Norma, used to be a cop in Oakland before she retired. If you met her it wouldn't be a stretch of the imagination to go out on a limb and guess that's what she used to do for a living. Plus, she wears blue t-shirts a lot. Norma says she is mistaken for a man more often than she is assumed to be a woman. She says that when she waits in a line the clerk will say to the people in front of her, "Can I help you, Sir? Can I help you, Ma'am?" But when she gets to the front of the line they just say, "Can I help you?" So, I ran into my fe-mailman while I was with my friend who is a female man.

Magic Number 4

Today I got picked as a juror in a criminal case. I am juror number 4. The case is expected to last for 4 days. The bailiff, the prosecuting attorney, the defense attorney, and myself all have spaces between our front teeth. Oh, wait. I'm not supposed to talk about all this. It could jeopardize the case.