I had to run to the store this weekend to get some basic foodstuffs and my wife's meds. While I was there, I engaged it a clear act of undisputed misogyny. 
The cash registers were mobbed when I finally went to pay, which seemed weird for a Sunday afternoon and no big sales, but what do I know?
I go to the end of the questionably named 'Express' lane and wait. And wait. And shuffle forward 3 steps. And wait. And wait. Yadda yadda yadda. Finally, the older man in front of me is loading his stuff onto the belt and I'm getting ready to move up and start loading mine. Enter Oppressed Woman.
Me:
Old Guy: The senior citizen in line in front of me
OW: Oppressed Woman
Oppressed Woman steps around the edge of the magazine rack to try to sidle into line in front of me, while smiling, and waving one of those premade tubes of polenta. Or sausage, could have been sausage. I dunno, it was food.
OW: *cheery* Hey, I'm in a hurry and just have one item, so I'm going to go ahead of you!
Me: *stepping well into Old Guy's personal space to close the gap* Funny, if you had asked politely, I would probably have said yes. But now I'm going to decline.
OW: *taps Old Guy on the shoulder* Hello! Excuse me, I'm in a hurry so can I just go ahead of you with my one item?
Old Guy: *Turns around, squints her, smiles & winks at me* Well, young lady, I'm a gentleman so if you had been polite to this young man I'd have said yes. But you were very rude, so I'm going to agree with him and say no. Back of the line is that-a-way. *points*
OW: *shrieking* This is ridiculous! YOU'RE RUDE! You're both misogynists! I don't have to put up with this! *Huffs off to a different line altogether*
Old Guy and I look at each, shake our heads, and move on with our groceries and raging misogynistic lives.

The cash registers were mobbed when I finally went to pay, which seemed weird for a Sunday afternoon and no big sales, but what do I know?
I go to the end of the questionably named 'Express' lane and wait. And wait. And shuffle forward 3 steps. And wait. And wait. Yadda yadda yadda. Finally, the older man in front of me is loading his stuff onto the belt and I'm getting ready to move up and start loading mine. Enter Oppressed Woman.
Me:

Old Guy: The senior citizen in line in front of me
OW: Oppressed Woman
Oppressed Woman steps around the edge of the magazine rack to try to sidle into line in front of me, while smiling, and waving one of those premade tubes of polenta. Or sausage, could have been sausage. I dunno, it was food.
OW: *cheery* Hey, I'm in a hurry and just have one item, so I'm going to go ahead of you!
Me: *stepping well into Old Guy's personal space to close the gap* Funny, if you had asked politely, I would probably have said yes. But now I'm going to decline.
OW: *taps Old Guy on the shoulder* Hello! Excuse me, I'm in a hurry so can I just go ahead of you with my one item?
Old Guy: *Turns around, squints her, smiles & winks at me* Well, young lady, I'm a gentleman so if you had been polite to this young man I'd have said yes. But you were very rude, so I'm going to agree with him and say no. Back of the line is that-a-way. *points*
OW: *shrieking* This is ridiculous! YOU'RE RUDE! You're both misogynists! I don't have to put up with this! *Huffs off to a different line altogether*
Old Guy and I look at each, shake our heads, and move on with our groceries and raging misogynistic lives.

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