mechanical issue caused a missed flight. i sit down at the local airport watering hole and order a sandwich.
can I get the onions grilled?
sure, no problem says richard the happy bar keep.
out of the depths of the kitchen rises my lovely sandwich . . . except the onions are raw. I politely call my darling richard over and ask if he would mind asking the kitchen to grill those bad boys.
of course! my apologies he states.
meanwhile I am on the phone chatting away when farm implement seller man sitting next to me says to richard, . . . and women wonder why men drink.
richard says excuse me to implement man and he proceeds to repeat it. louder. with a strong head nod to the left. which just happens to be my seat.
so answer me this . . . why does me asking for what i ordered and was told i could have make me the bad guy . . . high maintenance . . . bitchy woman? if I want something and it's bit right when it arrives and i get it fixed i think that's a good thing. no, that's a great thing! high maintenance my pearly whites! this chica takes care if herself.
and don't you forget it farm implement man!
I'm thinking he has been around so many farms that the manure has fried his head. What an utter ass.
ReplyDeleteThe ugly truth is I think there are still a great many men that would prefer if women simply stopped being so uppity and went back to being mousey housekeepers who gave it when asked and kept it to themselves when not.
Another candidate for "GET OFF MY TEAM!!"
Ad Astra Per Aspera,
Kevin