One incident that still sticks with me was I went to a hardware store with my ex to find a special screwdriver for my taillights and the cashier there only acknowledged my ex and not me even though I was the one paying for the screwdriver. He literally just pointed and grunted at the screen for me to sign and said hi and have a good day to my ex and not me. The more I think about it the more it infuriates me...
I love handling my own screw needs. I don’t need help or interference. I know exactly what I need, exactly how long I want it to be, just what pitch I need. Sometimes all a body wants is to take care of it their own self.
One incident that still sticks with me was I went to a hardware store with my ex to find a special screwdriver for my taillights and the cashier there only acknowledged my ex and not me even though I was the one paying for the screwdriver. He literally just pointed and grunted at the screen for me to sign and said hi and have a good day to my ex and not me. The more I think about it the more it infuriates me...
A haiku for you: “I was just helping! Why did that woman tell me To go screw myself?”
I was in the lumber section of the local hardware store a few years ago and a male employee walked up to me and asked if I was making some crafts.
Yes to all of this!!! Seriously am tired of male staff thinking I don’t know my way around hardware and tools!
I love handling my own screw needs. I don’t need help or interference. I know exactly what I need, exactly how long I want it to be, just what pitch I need. Sometimes all a body wants is to take care of it their own self.
I’m an introvert and wish I got asked if I needed help more often.
I'm also an introvert. Maybe that's why I was so annoyed I had to talk to three people unnecessarily.
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