Let me pour you a nice cup of Shut The Hell Up!

[Imogene]

I'd let her align my car anytime.

*wink wink, nudge nudge Say no more*

Anyway, as one who straddles the gender line... no, I don't know how to do much under the car hood. I'm afraid of destroying stuff.
I'm better with computers, but even then, I'd rather have a friend do it.
It might possibly also have to do with not having use of one hand... *shrug*

[Fox One]

1/3 of my auto tech class (tried out trade a school for a year or two before going to college) was female! Girls can't fix cars? What?

[Can I Help Your A$$?]

Mr. Manpants

Senor Manpants! Ole!

[Chattyaholic]

I hope he could see you changed the oil in those other vehicles all by your little self, with no help from the "official" mechanic! What a jerk, and to be condescending to you and order you to bring him coffee, and to call you sweetie, wow. I'm glad you let him wait, he deserved it!!

[Chazzie]

That guy was a major ass.

But... I can't help this- do I detect a Godot reference in the title?

[SilverOrb]

I used to get that sometimes at the CB shop. Thankfully, most truckers were just so excited to see a woman in the shop that they shut up fast. Especially when I started making cables and doing tune and peaks and climbing into trucks with solder.

[Dreamstalker]

The repair shop from hell was like that in a weird way. What few customers the place had were just happy to find someone who could fix the problem, the owner was the one who wouldn't let me do anything more techie than OS/driver updates (asshole, a monkey could do this). He'd also take a perverse glee in setting up some obscure sort of trap in the process and I'd get talked down to if I didn't do it the way he did (my way was, invariably, faster and less hassle).

The last straw came when I was finally allowed to build a shop test rig (which can't really be used as a test rig for various reasons all of which are his fault). Unknown to me, he had swapped out my chosen motherboard/heatsink (bracket on the board and clip-down HSF, a lot easier for me to handle) for a push-down type (board had holes to match). Except...the board and heatsink didn't match. The sink was designed in such a way that it was impossible to apply enough downward force on all four pins at once, and the pins themselves were not properly aligned with the board holes so only two would clip in at any given moment. I get told "you don't know how to build a computer!"...he couldn't get the heatsink to stay on either

[Pagan]

I got a giggle one day. Some old fart comes up and asks about what to take for blah condition. Told him I couldn't recommend anything, that he'd have to talk to the pharmacist. Well, that day we all happened to be women - 3 techs, 1 pharmacists (wearing a white coat that says "Pharmacist"). He looks around and says, "Oh, but he isn't here". I looked at him and said, "Yes, she is and will be with you as soon as she can." I'd like to say this an isolated incident, but most people still seem to assume that all pharmacists are men.

I just have to ask -

KeresM, what time period do you live in? And how did you keep from decking both those guys?

[KeresM]

KeresM, what time period do you live in? And how did you keep from decking both those guys?

Weekends during the summer, 12th century.

The rest of the time I swear it's the 1950s here.

[hinakiba777]

I was hired this past summer to do a job at a museum. I was to run the gift shop, give tours, and clean both buildings all spic and span. I was NEVER once informed of any manual labor on my part. Though my boss got grumpy when I wouldn't help paint. He never once asked, or told me to give a hand to the carpentry and yard work that needs to be done. It bugged me a lot. Especially because, due to the timeline of the museum, I had to run around work in a skirt. (Needed to look authentic)

But I'm a broad. My daddy raised me to be one. I was hauling, chopping, and tossing firewood at 8. I can change a tire. I know all the levels for the liquids in my engine. (Washer fluid, ant-freeze, oil, break fluid, etc) I've built five bookshelves, 2 from scratch.

The only time a guy EVER gave me attitude about doing a "man's job" I was hauling rocks to refill a trench made for a new septic system. I smiled at the guy, and gently put down the two buckets I was carrying. I graciously waved a hand to the lighter of the two.

With boy hands the jerkass couldn't pick it up. I gave him the same smile from before, picked it up with one, grabbed the other bucket, and dumped them in the whole.

[Automan Empire]

Marry ME! Oh wait, that's kinda sexist, in and of itself. D'OH!


My last 2 service managers have been women. MOST of the customers don't have a problem with them, especially all the women who bring their cars in.

Even in Cosmopolitan Los Angeles, we get a few knuckle-draggers who have to hear the words from someone with a pen1s. I love it when I'm called into the office and asked some basic question that the manager-woman is trained and paid to answer... I let the customer ask the question, then turn to the manager and say, did you explain to him about X? Then she gets to repeat what she JUST said, then I get to say yeah, that's exactly what I would have told you... now excuse me I have to get back out in the shop... P____ here will write you up if you're leaving it.

[Geek King]

Weekends during the summer, 12th century.

If you can handle the car and lawn, I can cook and do laundry. We can rock-paper-scissors for the dusting.

Yes, bachlorhood has trained me well for being Mr. Mom if needed. I even have a battleaxe in case the vacuum gets uppity.

I also know a good deal about campfire cooking, for those weekends. I taught it at Brownsea training when I was a Boy Scout.

[Alpha Strike]

but... i keep thinking... "man" who feels only men know how to change oil... so why the hell wasn't he doing it himself then?

Probably for the same reason many of us pay someone else to do our dry cleaning, pay for take-out, or hire someone to mow our lawns: while we're all capable of doing those things, convenience can be worth a lot in this day and age.

Of course, he may also have been a sexist pig, but one has nothing to do with the other.

But I'm a broad. My daddy raised me to be one. I was hauling, chopping, and tossing firewood at 8. I can change a tire. I know all the levels for the liquids in my engine. (Washer fluid, ant-freeze, oil, break fluid, etc) I've built five bookshelves, 2 from scratch.

You're lucky! Both my parents were professors so while I did fine on the intellectual stuff, I never learned how to the practical things like changing a tire or the oil, or any of the basic home repair stuff that comes in so handy. My cousin, on the other hand, was raised by a man who seemed to be born with tools in his hands and has helped his father do everything from laying down concrete to laying electrical wire and everything in between.