i think a lot about an odd exchange i had in a gas station once. some lady was taking a long time for her transaction and sort of hemming and hawing about it the whole time and finally was like "oh let me get out of your hair, this—" and she turned to me ".....................person has been waiting for over a minute"
and it's so strange. i still don't like my appearance but at this point, over a decade since starting hormones, people often do (correctly) assume i am a lady. i'm not particularly feminine but i have tits and a feminine haircut and carry a bag, but i don't wear makeup usually and i'm tall and broad and don't wear particularly feminine clothes (i'm a jeans and plaid kind of girl), so i'm not unaccustomed to people being able to tell i'm trans
but i think a lot about this specific exchange because it was this odd mix of "visibly confused and uncertain but trying to be polite and friendly"
it did feel bad, but i don't blame her for it. it's certainly preferable to any of the harassment i've dealt with, and i'd love it if we lived in a world where nobody assumed anyone's gender; i just know that she was not assuming specifically my gender because of the way i look, and it always feels a type of way when you're The Trans Person In The Room