More Reasons Why They Are Queens

I manage a plus-size women’s clothing store. We get a large number of guys who need dresses for charity shows, cross-dressers, genderfluid people, transgender women, and drag queens.

A drag queen comes into the store to pick up some shoes they ordered online. They must be either coming from or going to a show because they are still in full makeup. I get their name, and during our conversation, another customer walks in. I call out a greeting and say something like:

Me: “Hello! I’ll be right with you.”

I go to the back room, and it takes a minute to go through all the web orders. I find the one I need and am on my way back to the counter when the new customer throws her arm out to stop me from passing.

Customer: “I am a customer, and I’ve been here for twenty minutes, and no one has spoken to me.”

She has only been in the store for less than five minutes, but I resign myself to groveling.

Before I can say anything, the drag queen stomps over, glares at the customer, and says:

Drag Queen: “B****, she said hello to you!”

Complete with sassy finger snaps.

The Queen then made a big show of thanking me for getting her package. The other customer sheepishly paid for her purchase and didn’t make eye contact when I told her to have a good day.