Today I was at the local Rite Aid filling an Rx for my daughter and I noticed an extremely tall woman in pointy heels, flirty dress, and long white fur coat. The woman had a brunette top knot with wavy hair flowing down over her head. It was cold today, so my first thought is that this woman is a bit impractical–I mean, she could pass for a “working” girl, if you know what I mean, and hey, we’re in Sacramento, right? Fur coats aren’t usually the thang here, but if you’re cold because your dress is skimpy, I guess it works. Then I heard “her” laugh. A big, booming, deep manly laugh. And then I got a good look at her face–too much man there for makeup to cover. Wow, I thought, we really ARE expanding our horizons–more big city every day. This type of thing wouldn’t phase me in SF, but here… And then s/he wanted to use the Rite Aid bathroom, so there was a lively debate with the pharmacist over where the key might be. The question idly occurred to me…which bathroom would s/he use? Men’s or women’s? And if s/he used the women’s restroom, would I have a major issue with it? What’s my problem with this? Do I have a problem? Guess so, because I spent more than a minute wondering. Then again, I had to do a reality check. I was in Sacramento, but I was in Lavender Heights. I used to live in the area, but moved to the ‘burbs, where rarely is such a sight seen. I was in her turf, not mine, so I needed to get over it. Welcome to Sacramento, where everyone of every persuasion can be found. We’re not SF, Lavender Heights is not the Castro–but we have our own special groups and our own special districts. Sacramento is growing up. Thanks, Arnold.