While traveling to the West Coast for Comic Con Int’l in San Diego, I decided to spend some time with one of my best friends who lives in LA. So I fly into LAX, grab a rental vehicle with plans to drive to SD early the next morning. She works at night so I ended up spending the night at her place alone for my quick overnight stint.
I get off the elevator and walking to her apartment, when I see an very old gentleman in an electric wheelchair sitting in his doorway. He says “Ma’am, how would you like to make five dollars? I need someone to go to Rite-Aid for me.” I brush him off mumbling something incoherent and continue to the apt. Once inside in no more than three minutes the Good Samaritan in me kicks in, and I go back out to see if the man is here there and still wanting help.
Just as I turn the corner to see him, I also see several people turn him down. I walk up to him and say “What do you need from Rite-Aid darling?” He hands me a twenty, asks for cigarettes, a large two liter cola and reminds me to keep five dollars for myself. I saw the Rite-Aid on the corner as I pulled up to the building so I know exactly where to go. As I exit the build the drama begins.
First thing I see is a couple who past me quickly heading in the same direction I am going. Even though it’s dark I notice the the man has on very shiny, pink lipgloss and Marilyn Monroe eyebrows. Seeing this for some reason made me examine his date. She was a beautiful with long black hair, huge boobs, a shelf butt, long, very toned legs and was a man.
All three of us walk into Rite-Aid and go out separate ways. I wonder around trying to find items I need as well, as what the older gentleman asked me to purchase him. In the beverage aisle I see the transgender woman again looking for something just a few seconds later another man walks into the aisle with us and sees her, and makes a beeline straight to her with his best pick up game. I didn’t really hear exactly what he said at first, but as she avoided contact and shook her head it was obvious she rejected him. He then gets upset, and in true dumbass fashion yells at her, and calls her and ugly bitch. He then sees me and says “This woman right her ain’t even dressed up like that and she looks way better than you.” I couldn’t help but laugh like a lot.
He sees me laughing and says “Oh you think that’s funny? You probably stuck up too.”
“Um the fact that you probably still don’t know that’s a man. Yes. That’s funny.” His face went blank as the shock hit him. He became even more upset, which only made me laugh even more. For the next minute or so he kept asking me “That’s a man for real? Are you sure?” I assured him I can almost always spot a transgender woman, and this time I was for sure.”
I guess he thought this episode was a bonding moment for us, because when he saw me later he asked my name, where I was from, and if I was part Chinese. I did my best to be polite, but as did the first woman, I avoided eye contact when answering his question. However, my attempt to not look him in the face did not keep me from seeing he had no incisors (top or bottom) and a face riddled by years of poor healthcare and alcoholism. He even asked me where I lived. I responded “The East Coast.” But that answer wasn’t good enough as he asked where I was staying while in LA. I told him next door. Well, wouldn’t you know he lived there too. He grinned wide, told me his apartment number and extended an invitation for me to stop by “anytime [my] little sweet and sexy self desires.” I never took him up on his invite.
That was Day 1 in LA.