. . . and B says, I think it was a woman, this retail checker, 6 feet tall, with white gloves, an inch-thick of make-up, and a broad smear of deep red lipstick.
. . . and I say, Sounds like a John Waters movie -- was there 50s 'quippy' rock 'n' roll in the background?
. . . and B says, nodding, There should be.
. . . and I go on to say, You're telling me it was a woman who wanted to appear like a man wanting to appear like a woman?
. . . and she nods, with something of a genuinely-bemused smile.
. . . Heavy! I think, for some reason dipping into the vocabulary of 1969.