When Transvestites Go Bad

When the lower Garden District isn't safe, none of us are.

NEW ORLEANS — Robyn Lewis, owner of Dark Charm fashion and accessories for women, represents the first line of defense for the Magazine Street shop owners. She is the first to see [the gang of transvestites] come strutting in their pumps down St. Andrew Street, the bewigged pack of thieves who have plagued the Lower Garden District since May.

Like an SOS flare, Lewis grabs her emergency phone list and starts calling.

“They’re coming,” she warns Eric Ogle a salesman at Vegas, a block down Magazine Street. Ogle, who was terrorized by the brazen crew two months earlier, alerts neighboring Winky’s where manager Kendra Bonga braces for the onslaught.

Soon every shop owner in the 2000 block of Magazine Street has been alerted.

Sarah Celino at Trashy Diva eyes the door, ready to flip the lock at the first sight of the ringleader’s pink jumpsuit and fluorescent red wig.

“They’re fearless,” said Ogle. “Once they see something they like they won’t stop until they have it. They don’t care, they’ll go to jail. It’s really gotten bad. You know it’s ridiculous when everyone on the block knows who they are.”

The transvestites first appeared in March when they raided Magazine Street like a marauding army of kleptomaniacal showgirls, said Davis, using clockwork precision and brute force to satisfy high-end boutique needs.

Next door at Winky’s, Bonga heard people screaming inside Vegas, then saw a blur of cheap wigs and masculine legs in designer shoes streak past her door.  “They’re all very skinny and very flamboyant,” Ogle said.

This story was quoted wholesale from the New Orleans City Business paper and was written by Richard A. Webster, a very good writer and gifted story teller.  When I first posted this article, I thought the link to his column was sufficient credit.  I no longer think so.  Too many times, links go bad, so to speak.  It's better to keep the credit with the work.

Hat-tip: 

Minor Wisdom

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Comments

[KathyR]

Well, I haven't seen an roving bands of shoplifting transvestites here in Stepford, but I'll keep an eye out. West Hollywood's only 15 or so miles away...

[Lab Kat]

*laughs hysterically and spits coffee on the monitor*

[Ozzie]

That is kind of a wacky story.