If a woman gives me grief, I employ “the worst insult you can inflict upon a woman”.
I silently turn my back and walk away without looking back.
Anyway, what drives me farshemelt are the TV ads with the clueless dork husband and his stylish, savvy, sassy wife. Guess that’s part of the chickification of the media.
Though I don’t mind saying that if my wife brings me something she can’t open, I make a mighty effort & when the lid pops, I say “Oof!! It’s not you, that was really on there tight!”
My wife tells me I should just shrug, smile, and say that I'm sorry for mistaking the offensive one for being a woman - it won't happen again. I love my wife...