That’s a he.
Once in the Navy, I was up around Via Roma on Shore Patrol in Naples. That area was off limits, so we had to patrol it looking for sailors.
It was me and a 1st Class named Cook (from somewhere around Tennesee or West Virginia I think) who had the nickname “Cookieman” (Who also happened to be my boss and probably 20 years my senior) got chased by an irate transvestite with a knife!
As we walked along, this transvestite comes at us, wearing some black plastic raincoat (guy looked a bit like Alice Cooper!) He is brandishing a knife, waving it in the air, yelling as he staggered towards us.
I just stood there with my mouth open, and as I looked at Cookieman, he just turned about and ran, so I turned and ran too. I have no idea what it was pissed off about, but it was screaming something at us in Italian. So we ran for a block or two laughing as we ran, then stopped to catch our breath.
While we were standing there, Cookieman had his hands on his knees, panting, and looked at me with a big grin and said “She looked like Grandma but talked like Grandpa...”
I laugh at that to this day...