I occasionally get called “sir” or in other ways am confused for a man. Because of my height and build and general “unladylike” demeanor. I know some other of my peers who get pissed when that happens. I watched a woman named Bull beat a gas station clerk senseless for making that mistake. If you’re 6’2, 200+ and you call yourself Bull I think you need to be willing to forgive that mistake.
I wasn’t sure at first if the last person out of the van was a woman. I figured it out though. The sports bra was a tip-off, but I thought it was a tank at first. She had a thick flannel over that with a bandana around her head pulled to her eyes and loose-fitting khaki pants.
She was the one demanding that Randy come on down so the rest of us could be spared.
For a second I tried to remember if I had ever used the name Randy but I saw from the look on his face that one of the men drag/holding the woman who got shot was obviously Randy. He was probably in his 50s with slicked back hair and dark clothes. He looked scared shitless.
Soccer mom, who I was still holding in my arms without realizing it, shook me off and scrambled for her phone. In retrospect it’s surprising a bunch of people weren’t already doing that. The exterminator guy pointed his gun at her and told her to drop it.
I tried my malfunction spell and what happened instead was the gun went off.
Which technically means the spell worked since he didn’t pull the trigger.
Rocket Cat 