Yesterday I made a quick trip to the grocery store. It went bad fast when the cashier called me “sir”. I politely informed her that I was indeed a woman while staring down at my ample bosom. I received a very half-hearted apology. Yeah, I get that I’m a larger woman who prefers her hair cut stylishly short. But, seriously? I’m sure you’re chuckling. It’s funny the first few times, but it happens several times a year.
Last December I took my boyfriend out to a very nice restaurant for dinner. We walked in to the restaurant and the hostess said, “Good evening, gentlemen.” Of course he poked me because he knows how much it bothers me. I just stared at the woman while I took off my coat and thrust my DD’s in her direction. Again, a perfunctory and non-genuine apology resulted.
Look, I kind of get it. I’m a sporty dresser. In the cold weather I favor khakis and sweaters. In the summer I wear tee shirts and shorts. And yes, my hair is short but I certainly don’t have it cut at the barber shop. This is our society where the lack of eye contact is de rigeur. Whatever happened to looking people in the eye when you speak to them? It’s gone the way of the rotary phone along with many other respectful manners. Do people avoid eye contact when they use face time? I don’t use it so I have no idea. It wouldn’t surprise me.
Just so you know…if you bump into me literally at Home Depot, please don’t say “excuse me, sir,” because I just might turn toward you very fast and that could be a problem if I’m holding a piece of lumber. I am distracted easily…