"'You mean a jerry can, for carrying petrol?', I asked, and she said 'No, I mean petrol'.
"'You mean two stroke oil, for adding to petrol', I asked, and she said 'No, I mean petrol. For my whipper snipper'.
"I said 'Lady, we're a hardware store. You want a petrol station. With petrol'. I had to be nice, even though she was a complete fucking idiot, because I was working. Luckily, the guy behind me was free to speak his mind".
As he spoke, I was thinking about this poor person, totally out of her comfort zone, and getting humiliated by two people for asking what was actually a logical enough question. And about how this man that I was talking to is the very horror story people speak about when they try to cross lines of gender conditioned activities.
I looked at him, and stopped us walking so that we could look squarely at each other.
I said "Yeah, but you know, we don't all start from the same spot. Some of us get given different information, different privileges. Take me, for instance. On those very rare occasions I can't avoid going into Spotlight, I have to ask the most unbelievably stupid questions. When the staff treat me like I'm stupid, it's a truly revolting and humiliating experience, through no fault of my own".
He looked back, his face softened and dropped, he thought for a few seconds, and said "Point taken".