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His Sexism Has Gone Into The Weeds

, , , , | Right | July 25, 2022

I’m a woman working at a popular home improvement store as a cashier, usually in the garden center. I wasn’t trained about plants, but from spending most of my time among them, getting answers to customer questions, talking with vendors, and working in my own garden, I’ve gained a fair bit of knowledge.

It’s mid-October, and the garden center is still open to sell pumpkins and the last of the decorative fall flowers, but it’s pretty quiet. I’m just hanging out by the cash register and daydreaming. The manager is working at the back, out of sight, but I can hear the engine on the pallet mover.

A man walks in, answers my greeting with a nod, and keeps on walking. He stops and scans around like he’s searching for something.

Me: “Can I help you with something?”

Customer: “Well, I wanted to talk to someone about what this is—” *pulls a weed from his pocket* “—and what I can do to get rid of it.”

Me: “Yeah, that’s crabgrass. We do have some sprays you can use for spot-killing, but this late in the season, you’re better off just letting your lawn go dormant and then spreading a pre-emergent crabgrass killer on your lawn in the spring.”

Customer: “So… is there someone I can talk to?”

I inwardly sigh, recognizing that by “someone”, he means “someone with a penis”. I call back to the manager and tell him a customer needs his assistance. He has to shut down and safely park the pallet mover, so it takes him a couple of minutes.

When he comes up, the customer shows him the crabgrass and the manager tells him, ALMOST VERBATIM, what I told him. He then takes the customer inside to show him where to find the sprays. Later, the manager comes back outside and stops to talk to me.

Manager: “I wish he had told you what he needed so I didn’t have to stop what I was doing.”

Me: “He did, and I told him the same thing you did.”

Manager: “What?! Then why did he need to interrupt me?!”

Me: *With exaggerated astonishment* “Did you not know that lawn care knowledge is stored in the male genitals? Obviously, I couldn’t know what I was talking about!”

Manager: “Aaarrrggghh!”

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