Did I tell you about the time some people called me a boy?

It was at work and as always, I'm rocking my uniform. A piké with woolen pants. I'm usually not wearing fancy underwear since it kinda hot at work sometimes, but my puppies do need support.
So they saw me not too much from afar. They yelled to their grandchildren, "we have to go now because here he comes with the broom. Look, he's got a broom we should let him sweep. There he comes!"
I reckon they said he about me at least 5 times. I looked behind me, there was no he with a broom. There was only me with my Harry Potter ride, apparently nonexistent boobs and he-shape.

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