The author wore a traditional Indian gown to run everyday errands in order to try on a new identity. At Jiffy Lube, the mechanics stared at her, seemingly surprised to see her in traditional Indian attire. At Walmart, many people did double takes and children asked their parents about her dress, though one child said it was pretty. The cashier also stared at her outfit while checking her out. When she went to pick up an order, her former coworker was confused by her attire and assumed she was going belly dancing. Overall, the author felt awkward and embarrassed by the stares and sensed people were talking about her, though she felt it was a humbling experience that made her less likely to