CAN read my poker face

I swear, ONLY in Santa Ana!

Taking advantage of a drop-dead gorgeous day in the high seventies, I decided to walk back from work and pick up lunch on the way.  (Control your anger and your hatred, bitches!  This is gonna get funny).

As I walked into the little restaurant, I found myself in line in back of this teenage girl.  She couldn't have been 15.  There she stood in her T-shirt, and her flannel pj Betty Boop bottoms.  And as she turned around, revealing her nine-month pregnant belly, I saw her T-shirt was done to look like a Burger King logo, but instead said, "Street Queen".

Holy People of Walmart, Batman!

Now, because I have absolutely NO poker face, I didn't want her to see the look of, "WooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!" that was about to come over my face, so I politely turned around to allow the moment to pass.  Oh no...

... as I turned around, I saw that at the table in back of me sat rather quietly and proudly, a Latino/a tranny. 

Holy Chi-Chi-Po, Batman!  Look somewhere else before you bust a gut!

So I turned somewhere in the middle towards the door... when in walked in ANOTHER tranny, even more obvious, femmy, loud, and overstated than the first!

If this is the prelude to the weekend, I think I'm gonna have a fun time!