Unfiltered Story #127500

(I work as a hostess but sometimes I feel it’s more of a fancy term for busboy. Please note I’ve short hair but a very big chest and from the back I look like a man)

Me:*wiping down bench*

Old lady:*coming up behind me and speaks to small child* oh we’ll sit here after the young man is done wiping it down.

Me:*straightens out and stares down the old lady* excuse me?

Old lady: oh you are a girl? Next time put earrings in so my granddaughter doesn’t get confused.

(This is not the first time I’ve been confused for a male. Pretty sure it won’t be the last)