Sometimes something as mundane as a visit to a drive-through can leave your head splitting from an overdose of culture shock.  No matter which way you turn these days, you're bound to offend someone about something...but did you ever notice that no one seems to care about offending you? Jamie had become what I call a "friendly acquaintance" – a seemingly friendly androgynous young boy at the drive-through where I often buy coffee.  One day he'd be a colorfully polished girl with blue eye shadow and a ponytail; the next he was a boy who sparkled with the charisma of a young David Cassidy. He was in boy mode the first time I met him; we bantered happily and he introduced himself as "Jamie."  I later remarked to an older lady who worked there, roughly my age, that the new guy was "a fine-looking young man."  Suddenly remembering the times we live in, and trying not to be misconstrued as some...(Read Full Article)