A customer comes into the store and looks around the TV section. He is male; I am female.
Customer: “Can I speak to someone about the TVs?”
Me: “I can help you, sir! What kind of TV are you looking for today?”
Customer: “Can I please speak to a man?”
Me: *Without skipping a beat* “Why?”
Customer: “So he can talk to me about TVs.”
Me: “I’m helping you with your TV needs, though.”
Customer: “Look. Can I please speak to a man, please?”
Me: *Again, without skipping a beat* “Why?”
Customer: “C’mon… you know.”
Me: “I really don’t. Please tell me.”
Customer: “Because… well…”
Me: *Stares expectantly*
Customer: “Men are all just better at this stuff.”
Boom! Sexism confirmed!
Me: “I understand. If you’d like, I can fetch the associate who was responsible for setting up all the TVs in the store.”
Customer: “That would be great, thank you.”
I turn around a complete 360 and face the customer again.
Me: “Hi! I heard that you wanted to talk to me about buying a TV?”
The customer just stared at me blankly before slowly realizing what had just happened and emotionlessly walking out. I have precisely zero tolerance for his particular brand of BS, so that was fine by me!