A Day with Teresa at Salvation Army

When I worked at the Salvation Army, we had a regular called Teresa, a bearded man who

wore pink tutus and would come in every day to see if we have barbie dolls.

One day, he came in very anxiously and asked for a razor. I told him we didn't

have one and he started twitching and saying, "I need a razor. Stop hiding them.

Just give me a razor." But with more cursing. When I tried to direct him to another store,

he exploded and yelled, "I have a disease growing on my face! I am a woman!

This beard is a disease on my face! You don't understand! You don't have a disease on your

face! I need a razor!" At this point an elderly Italian woman ran over and