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carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

facebook reminded me that today a few years back, august 2nd 2012, i met a time traveler

dude wearing extremely stereotypical hipster gear (plaid scarf, cut-off jeans, vest over ironic tee, fedora) but looked about 35ish.

he walked up to me, this was in 2012 when i ascribed to my assigned gender and was very clearly dressed in a feminine way with my hair all done up and heavy makeup and girly clothes, and he said ā€œexcuse me sir are you good with your history?ā€

he punctuates the sentence by showing me a little silver spoon with the new york skyline on it. i decide against correcting him.

having JUST graduated high school, i said ā€œkindaā€

he nods and says a little quietly ā€œwhen was it that the.. erm..ā€ he struggles for a second, then recognition lights up his eyes. ā€œah, the two towers collapsed?ā€

iā€™m jolted by the bus coming to a stop. i blink a few times and say ā€œseptember 11th. 2001.ā€

he says ā€œright. of course. thank you.ā€ and immediately gets off the bus.