I’m a victim of discrimination: if I’m out shopping, and there is a height-challenged woman on the same aisle eyeballing something she needs on the top shelf, I can guarantee she’s going to look around, see me, and assume I’m a 6’1” employee of the establishment hired to walk the aisles and help height-challenged female patrons get stuff off the top shelf...
... except the Southern Ladies ...
... they will see me, give me a big, Southern-Lady smile (you’ll know it when you see it - resistance is futile), and start their request with “Honey,...” or “Sugar,...”. They normally don’t have to say anymore at that point, they’ve already hooked me and are reeling me in.
The same goes for the parking lot. Why do older, shorter women insist on buying 50-pound bags of dog food when they go out shopping alone?
... they will see me, give me a big, Southern-Lady smile (you’ll know it when you see it - resistance is futile)
LOL ...