Paula, or Paul?

Today Melissa and I went to Jared: The Galleria of Jewelry to purchase our wedding rings. The experience began most pleasantly with a courteous offering of something to drink, but then I spotted something. From a distance I saw a woman standing behind one of the counters who had the obvious figure of a woman, but had a very noticeable mustache and beard fuzz. I turned to Melissa to comment about this odd circumstance, and as I did that, she started walking over to help us. I thought, "oh great, I'm not going to be able to keep a straight face." However, the plot thickened (literally, as in the hair on her arms) when she started talking. Her/his voice was rather low for a woman and sounded distinctly mannish. Then I noticed the arms. Oh the arms! They were almost as hairy as mine, and if you know me you know my arms are pretty hairy. And then the hands. Definitely the thick, meaty hands you frequently see on a man. As you can probably tell, our sales associate, Paula was her name, was very likely formerly Paul or maybe just Paul on the weekends, although there was no apparent attempt to hide the facial hair that would rival an 8th grade boy. Needless to say I was glad she/he did not try to touch my hands to fit the ring, but the whole experience made for an interesting evening and a funny blog story.