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Her Feminism Got A Flat

| Friendly | May 21, 2017

(My much younger male coworker’s car died in the parking lot when he left his lights on, so I pulled my roadside kit out of the trunk and I’m teaching him how to jump it safely. We are talking about car maintenance and I’m showing him things in my roadside kit while we wait for the battery to charge up.)

Me: “So I got my oil changed last week, and they shooed me out the door because I was the last appointment of the day and locked up and went home while I was paying at the desk — and my low tire pressure light went on.”

Coworker: “You went to [Place]? They always check the tires; that’s just standard.”

Me: “Well, they they did, and the guy was telling me that I needed nitrogen in my tires and I needed special air.”

Coworker: “That’s… not a thing.”

Me: “Yeah, so he’s telling me about nitrogen for my tires but I’d have to go to a special shop to get nitrogen for my tires, and I told him ‘ok, well, that pump you have RIGHT THERE on the wall will fill them with like 70% nitrogen, so just use that.’ And he said ‘nah, that’s just regular air, ma’am, there’s no nitrogen in it.’ I’m not going to sit there and explain to this guy how the earth’s atmosphere works so I just said screw it and I left.”

Coworker: “So they flattened your tires?”

Me: “The light went on as I pulled into the grocery store. I kicked them a bit and they seemed fine enough to get me home, so I figured I’d take it home and have my husband fill it with the pump in the garage. Then I got out of the store the tires were NOTICEABLY flatter. So I went to the gas station to do it because there’s no way I was going to make it home on that, but I couldn’t figure out how their pump worked. Some guy helped me.”

Coworker: “You know how to jump a car and how to change a headlight, but not how to fill the tires? What kind of moron doesn’t know how to fill their own tires?”

Me: “I do know how to fill my tires; I stand at the pump and look cute until someone does it for me.”

Coworker: “I thought you were a feminist.”

Me: “Well, I didn’t say I was a good feminist.”

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