I called out the next customer’s name on the gold buying list.
And up walked an adorable, musclebound, tattooed, earringed man. Yep, that’s what I love about San Francisco. A hunky man can go by “Mildred” and nobody bats an eye.
When checking him out, I said, “Here you go, Millie.”
“That’s what my best friends call me,” he smiled back.
“Then I’m one of them.”
Indeed, he was a Thoroughly Modern Millie.