This wasn’t embarrassing as much as it was mortifying.
My hair was scraped back in a bun (on account of no haircut since January) and I was wearing a baseball cap and oversized t-shirt. Not my best look, but I was on my way home from the beach
and I still thought I was sufficiently decent for the liquor store. Except the cashier addressed me as “Sir.”
You’d think he could have carded me to make up for it, once he realized his error.