As I've blogged, my wallet containing my credit card, drivers license, medicare card etc etc was stolen in the Old City of Jerusalem.
So now I've been back in Australia for 48 hours, time to get a replacement.
Him: "I can't seem to find you on the database... Zoe Ellen? Brain? B R A I N?"
Me: "Yes, that's right." (gives address again)
Him: "Hmmmmm.... Oh those idiots!"
Me: "What's the problem?"
Him: "No wonder I couldn't find you. Someone had put you down as male!"
Me: "Oh well, easy enough to do, keystroke errors happen all the time."
Him: "I'll correct the database entry immediately" (mutters something about "idiots" under his breath)
I wonder how many other areas I thought I'd had corrected weren't? Or had been "de-corrected". Oh well. Good job I'm not concerned about Stealth. It really doesn't matter, I'm me.
One young girl at the clinic, newly post-op, said to me "I can't believe that you were ever a guy. Or looked like one. You've shown me the photos, but I still can't believe it."
Bless her. She meant it too. Probably because her mum and I got along like a house on fire, we're the same age.