My day so far can be summed up by one delightful scene at the Starbucks near my place of employment:

“What can I get started for you, ma’am?”

C’mon, dude. I’m standing ten feet away at the most. Sure, I’m rocking my totally awesome scarf, but I’m also sporting reasonably short hair and a big black trenchcoat. Do I really look all that feminine?

Of course the gods decreed that this moment of joy should take place in a store chock full of patrons, for maximum embarrassment value. Spiffy. Can I go home now?