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    | California, USA |

    (I work at a Landscaping Supply company. Selling dirt, rock, compost, etc. I work in the office, answering phones and helping people work out how much material they need for their jobs. A lady came in and filled up a few small containers with cobble-rocks and wanted to know how much she owed, so I went outside to look at her
    product.)

    Me: “Hmm. Looks like three cubic feet. We’ll go inside and ring you up!” *starts walking back inside*

    Lady: *doesn’t move*

    Me: *stops by the door* “Is there something else I can help you with, ma’am?”

    Lady: “Well. I watched on the Discovery Channel that men are better with visual volume than women. So if you can get one of the -guys- to look at my materials, I’d appreciate it.”

    (At this point I’m absolutely floored. I am a victim of a lot of sexism with my line of work, but from ANOTHER WOMAN? Give me a break! Forget that I’ve been doing this for five years and approved by the county with a huge certificate on the back wall of the office, lady!)

    Me: “Sure. Give me one moment.” *steps inside, pulls one of the random boys aside* “Can you look at this lady’s load?”

    Male Co-Worker: “…didn’t you look at it?”

    Me: “Apparently because I have boobs I can’t tell visual volume, so can you just make her happy?”

    Male Co-Worker: “Sure, how much did you say?”

    Me: “Three cubic feet.”

    Male Co-Worker: “Thanks.”

    (Basically, he goes out there and tells her the same exact thing. She comes in, and doesn’t even apologize for causing the trouble, pays for the material and pikes out without another word).

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