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So I was at the dump the other weekend with a boot full of rubbish.
I had the misfortune to be parked next to a car and trailer with a lone male in it.
I could see his pained expression as I got out and opened my boot. He practically rolled his eyes into the back of his head. His thoughts may as well have been written across his forehead:
Oh no, lone female. Better do the right thing and offer to help. She's obviously made a total cock up of packing that junk into her boot and that stuff is going to be too heavy for her to move.
Well really, who does he think packed the junk into the boot in the first place?
You know, one of the joys of being single is not permanently having a boyfriend or husband along on these jaunts rolling his eyes and saying helpful things like, "Why did you pack all this stuff like that? You'll never get it out. You should have put it like this... blah, blah, blah."
The most annoying thing? After I had cheerfully and politely declined the hesitantly proferred help, I had to try and figure out how to unpack all the junk that I'd stuffed into the back of my boot in a totally rediculous way while he stood there and watched with a completely pained expression still on his face. Obviously men hate such sheer incompetence.
I think its the 'lone female in the wrong context' thing. Lone females are not supposed to be at dumps. Another place lone females are not supposed to be is hardwares. Or specialist car paint stores - men get very edgy if you walk into those without the requisite accompanying male.
Anyway, I got the boot unpacked without too much drama although it probably took more time than was strictly necessary. It was an interesting social experiment though.
I had the misfortune to be parked next to a car and trailer with a lone male in it.
I could see his pained expression as I got out and opened my boot. He practically rolled his eyes into the back of his head. His thoughts may as well have been written across his forehead:
Oh no, lone female. Better do the right thing and offer to help. She's obviously made a total cock up of packing that junk into her boot and that stuff is going to be too heavy for her to move.
Well really, who does he think packed the junk into the boot in the first place?
You know, one of the joys of being single is not permanently having a boyfriend or husband along on these jaunts rolling his eyes and saying helpful things like, "Why did you pack all this stuff like that? You'll never get it out. You should have put it like this... blah, blah, blah."
The most annoying thing? After I had cheerfully and politely declined the hesitantly proferred help, I had to try and figure out how to unpack all the junk that I'd stuffed into the back of my boot in a totally rediculous way while he stood there and watched with a completely pained expression still on his face. Obviously men hate such sheer incompetence.
I think its the 'lone female in the wrong context' thing. Lone females are not supposed to be at dumps. Another place lone females are not supposed to be is hardwares. Or specialist car paint stores - men get very edgy if you walk into those without the requisite accompanying male.
Anyway, I got the boot unpacked without too much drama although it probably took more time than was strictly necessary. It was an interesting social experiment though.