A World of Speculation

He(?) got on the bus downtown, and he wore a uniform for [Acme] Transport with various Kerry-Edwards campaign buttons. His hair was cut in reverse mullet–short around the back and sides but the top pulled into a ponytail that hung down to the nape of his neck.

There was a youthful, immature, even innocent quality about him, so that I would have guessed him to be in his early 20s or even late teens, but his hair was threaded with silver and he was already developing a wattle under his chin. His overall build was feminine — not Miss America feminine, but dumpy, real-world feminine, with broad hips, small, soft hands and well-tended, squared-off nails, a fleshy face with downturned eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses and a whispy black mustache. If it hadn’t been for that mustache, I’d have pegged him for a lesbian. With the mustache, he left me with the initial question mark uneasily resolved for “he.”

He was talking on a cell phone, long pauses punctuated by “Right.”