Unfiltered Story #207946

(I’m at the front of a well-known auto parts store, asking the man at the register if they have the part I need in stock. Everything is going smoothly until a older man, who has been browsing the store for a few minutes, comes to the checkout with his items and waits behind me in line. I should note that I am a 19 y/o female who is pretty small for my age).

Employee: (typing the info into the computer) “What year is the model?”
Me: “2000.”
Employee: “And what is the size of your engine?”
Me: “A 3.2L v6.”
(He goes on to ask what part I need, etc. The man behind me seems to be watching intently. I glance at him and smile politely before turning away. I guess he saw this as an opportunity to talk to me).
Customer: Hey, little girl, where is your father? Shouldn’t he be doing this instead of you?”
Me: (I’m not sure I’ve heard him right) “Uh…excuse me?”
Customer: “You’ll probably order the wrong part or something. I think a man should be doing this, just to be safe. You wouldn’t want to order the wrong part and have something happen to you car!”
Me: *speechless for a moment* …Sir, I actually know enough about cars and their parts to work here, but if I did I’d probably be fired very soon for telling off people like you who think women can’t understand machines because of our gender! Also, I have no idea where my father is, but thank you for your concern. Good day, sir.”
(The man’s face turned bright red, and he didn’t say anything else. A few minutes later an employee came from the back and said he could help the customer at the second register, and by the time I was almost done at the counter the man had checked out and left).
Employee, to me: “Judging by the way you handled that, you could probably work here after all!”
(I still doubted it, but it was nice to hear anyway!)