I was at an expo today with all types of booths, and stopped at an army surplus / outdoor gear booth to see if they had any leather gators (covers for your boots). Not only did the woman I spoke to tell me I would have to wait for another employee to help me (she was busy chit-chatting), but when another employee finally got-around to helping me see if they had any gators left (not the employee she said I'd have to wait for, he was still busy chit-chatting too!), the woman called me over by saying 'Sir, he can help you!'

Ummm... I'm wearing makeup, eye shadow, lipstick, jewelry, a dress shirt and I'm sure you can see I have boobs (Ce'mon, they're not that small!!!); When did one of my x-chromosones get re-assigned!?
Sigh.
(I don't believe military training had anything to do with it; I think only the Marines refer to both genders as 'sir.' All others use 'ma'am.')

Ummm... I'm wearing makeup, eye shadow, lipstick, jewelry, a dress shirt and I'm sure you can see I have boobs (Ce'mon, they're not that small!!!); When did one of my x-chromosones get re-assigned!?
Sigh.
(I don't believe military training had anything to do with it; I think only the Marines refer to both genders as 'sir.' All others use 'ma'am.')
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