Eating out in Orchard on a Saturday evening, we just placed our order when my husband noticed something special about the restaurant. “The owner of this place did hire pretty waitresses around.” “Pretty? Where?” “See the one over there near the counter.” I looked in his direction and saw a voluptuous figure at the far end of the restaurant. “That one really looks sexy. But she is, strictly speaking, not a woman.” “Not a woman? What do you mean?” At that moment, the ‘waitress’ walked over to our table to serve the drinks. Now at a close distance it was obvious that, behind the heavy makeup, she’s a transsexual. “How can you tell it when she’s so far away from us just now?” “Of course I can. Because all women can tell their own kind.” It’s like the mother can surely tell the ......