This evening, I spent my time at the arboretum photographing flowers and insects. I have never been a big insect fan but somehow in a closeup lens they become more interesting. As long as they keep their distance.

I had no clue until I started downloading the photos (still in progress) that I had taken 146. That's one of the problems with digital cameras. I lose all sense of control and just keep shooting pictures.
On the way home, I stopped by the pharmacy to pick up the estrogen and another prescription. Of course, the estrogen prescription has my male name on it. I have not changed my legal name but hope to have that done by the end of August.
The pharmacist was helping me until he looked at the prescriptions and then at me. He then handed the prescriptions to someone else, instructing him to help the 'person in the yellow shirt'. The younger male assistant helped me with no problem.
This pharmacy is in the 'burbs and I was only a little surprised. The downtown pharmacy near my office has been terrific about the whole thing, even calling me by my female name. That pharmacy has several TS clients.
What the hell is wrong with these suburban people! To be fair, I should change that to 'what the hell is wrong with this suburban person!'.

I live in this suburb and have had nothing but polite treatment so far.
So this evening's incident did not upset me. In fact, I was laughing on my way out of the store!

I transitioned almost 11 weeks ago and this was my first problem. At that, it wasn't even a big deal. If this pharmacist had been the only one in the store and had refused to help me, I definitely would have made a stink about it. I didn't bother because I was helped and I was worn out from over 2 hours of walking around the arboretum which also involved a lot of kneeling on stone walkways, bending and getting up and down as I shot those pesky flowers. Why can't they all blossom at eye level?