Call Him A Boy And See How He Likes It
I work in a library. I was out on medical leave for a few months and was massively anxious about returning to work without having fully healed and how it would affect my ability to help patrons. I made it back to work and had my first desk shift in months.
A man needed help downloading and printing something. I gave him several suggestions about how to proceed when he interrupted me.
Patron: “The other girl who helped me did something different.”
He would reference this “other girl” several times.
Me: “I’m sorry, I’m confused. No children work in the building, so I’m not sure who could have been helping you in the past.”
Patron: *Stammering* “Well, you know, like a bigger, older girl.”
Me: “Do you mean a woman?”
Patron: “Well, yeah, that’s just what I call ’em…”
He trailed off with what I hoped was shame while I continued to troubleshoot his download. When I finished helping the gentleman, I took a victory lap in the workroom proclaiming that I was back, bay-BEE!