If I Were A [Rich] Man

[fuzzybluemonkeys]

So, one of my tires is significantly low, and the other three could use a little air themselves, and what is a girl to do?
Bust out her handy air compressor, of course.
Of course, it's a crappy, cheap air compressor that takes for freakin' ever, but that's neither here nor there.
In the midst of my inflation shenanigans, a guy (on his way to his car) asks me if everything is all right. Which is nice of him, I guess, supposing that everything were not all right. But I can't help wondering if he would have asked had I been male and doing the exact same thing.

So I just tell him I'm fine and move on to the next tire, and he drives away, and I'm thinking, I can change a tire, bitch. Sure, I have to stand on the handle of the bolt-thingee for leverage purposes, and sure, I just called it a bolt-thingee cuz I don't know it's real name, but yeah, I think I can handle shoving some nozzle thingummer onto this release valve doodad and flipping a switch.

Comments

[tobimonkee.livejournal.com]

yeah i get your point u can change your own tire (you might even pump your own gas of u did not live in new jersey)

i always get anoyd when the nuns want to get the guy janitor to move stuff for us (its not even heavey i can lift it)

in the reverse when i was at the head start the one guy teacher was always anoyed they wanted him to move boxes just cuz he was a guy (im a teacher not a box mover) i would help him with the boxes to prove his point i also hooked up a dvd player something the older teachers thoguht only a man coud do

[fuzzybluemonkey.livejournal.com]

It's also just an excuse to be lazy. Oh, woe is me, I am of the pitiful wimminfolk variety and need a big strong manly man to help me out of this predicament. Barf.