Transcontinental Breakfast

(I work the front desk night shift at our hotel, and one of my duties is to set up breakfast and make sure it is fully stocked until I clock out in the morning. I’m a young transgender woman and I’ve only informed the general manager of that fact. As far as I know neither my coworkers nor any guests can tell. I am restocking the sausage patties when this happens.)

Guest: “Oh, so you’re the one who cooks up all the breakfast, eh?”

Me: *smiles* “Yup, that’s me!”

(I quickly break away from the encounter to wrap up my shift. Soon enough my coworker is just about ready to let me go for the day, when the same guest from before passes by, spots me, and smiles.)

Guest: “There’s the sausage queen!”

Me: *speechless*

Coworker: *chuckles* “Sorry, the 12-year-old in me just had to laugh at that!”

Me: “They may never know just how funny that truly was.”