Me: a slender twentysomething wearing a sea-foam/ash-grey t-shirt, a red striped hoodie, jeans, and carrying a bright yellow backpack.
You: a mid to late twenties salesman in a black shirt with a striped tie who I could see texting your friend on bus route 8 yesterday. I believe your words to him were "theres a crazy hot chick behind me on the bus but i dont want to turn around and make it obvious", which I could read over your shoulder. I could read this over your shoulder because I was behind you. The only person behind you in fact.
While I realize my lack of an American Eagle polo may have proven confusing given the rigid gender binary society expects us to follow, I hardly think it was enough to merit a blunder of this proportion. Maybe in the future taking a second glance might not be a bad idea...
