Small things that make you angry and you feel you can't mention elsewhere

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I decided to buy myself some work clothes from M&S. when I went to pay, the cashier said 'you should've bought your husband, he could've paid for you' ....i nearly collapsed laughing...seeing as we earn exactly the same and do the same job!

To add to the positive stories, the other day I had a meeting outside the office for a project I am involved with at work. The building where the meeting was held was having roofing work done, and the roofing crew was 100 percent women.

same friend also managed to deter a group of builders from sexually harassing her by farting long and loud as she sauntered past. She said the confusion on their faces was priceless.

Or crossing your legs so that your 'swinging' ankle hits them every time they spread. That works quite well too

We could have a fred about how to stop men stealing our space.

sashh my friend found that letting her bag slide down till it touched the offending man's thigh very effective. They would cringe away from it, she said, like they were scared of catching fashionitis

sashh I do the same when flying. It's funny to see the confusion and horror when they realise that I'm actually not planning to give up my arm rest.

I work in construction/engineering and am the Technical Manager.

People will ring up, ask for technical and get put through to me (a woman).

• Hello solve speaking, how can I help?

• Oh sorry, I wanted technical?

my ds like pink , they are nearly 4
every time we are out and they want the pink cup or something I get a funny look and someone asks me if they are sure

I hate the colour pink, don't know where they get it from

I hate the way a lot of men sit on public transport - apparently their genitals are so massive that they have to spread their legs miles apart meaning I lose a third of my seat. Bloody rude.

I used to amuse my self in London on the tube. Man sits down next to you spreads his legs, your legs touch for a moment, he pulls his legs in and then stretches out because he has assumed you will put your legs together in a ladylike way.

Well not me, they don't know what to do the second time your legs touch, it really plays with their heads.

OK one that annoys me, this morning (not just this morning) the sport on the radio, never tells you what sport they are talking about if it's a mens' team and always tells you if it's a woman's team, with the addition of the words ladies' or women's.

I have had the car thing - I ask the salesman a question, he gives answer to DH. DH says "My wife will be the one driving it, you'd better tell her" and then get the blokey nudge nudge "well I'll just humour her" looks. Needless to say my business went elswhere.
Same thing happened with a pergola we had built - business elsewhere.

What surprised me most was when I was getting quotes for a new kitchen and a very well known company wouldn't come out and give me a quote unless my husband was going to be there.
So I asked "Are you saying my husband has to take time off work to get this quote?"
The answer "Yes "
Obviously business went elsewhere and I retell this story.

Paid to go to a kids craft studio on a rainy day on holiday.
They gave pink baby animal stuff to the girls, and blue vehicle stuff to the boys.
I silently fumed.

Neighbour asking why as a "good looking bird" I'm single and "if I had a man we could share a house"
Restrained myself to saying "house is mine. Always will be"

Car main dealership. Quoted me (can't remember exact figures) say £400 for work. Was suspicious and asked Dad to ring up. He gave same car details (no reg so not identifiable) and was quoted £200. He told them "that's funny, 50% of what you wanted to charge my daughter. Don't bother booking it"

On the plus side I negotiated a deal on my new car that was so good my Dad looked like this
The salesman was lovely, treated me perfectly and they never overcharge me. Managed to get 3k off new car only £100 less for my part ex car than I'd originally paid for it, and then refused to complete deal until he threw in 3 years roadside assistance and a tank of fuel. Maybe I just terrified him

YYYYY to the food/ resturant one, drives me up the wall, but sadly when I first saw this thread it didn't even occur to me.

I am a meat lover, OH will eat meat about twice a week even then it's normally chicken rather than red meat.

There is a resturant we go to at least 3times a month, they greet us by name, they know for end of meal that I rarely drink tea/coffee and that OH will say no, oh maybe a small coffee, a decaf, no actually a tea do you have decaf tea? (Yes every bloody time he does this) to the point most of the wait staff gently take the piss, ' shall I bother offering tea/coffee, or shall I just get you a decaf tea?'

So they know us.

But and I have only realised this, 8/10 times I will order steak, rare to medium rare. I rarely (boom boom) cook it at home as OH dislikes the smell. 9/10 OH will order from thier excellent veggie menu.

EVERY BLOODY TIME THEY PRESENT THE MEAT DISH TO HIM!

Why??

arrgh, yes, the toddler thing. My DD is playing with a couple of little boys, then starts crying and runs back to me. One of the other mothers turns to me and says kindly "i'm afraid little boys tend to be rougher". Grrr. No, it's that a couple of huge seagulls wandered onto the grass and she is frightened of birds. Shoo the birds and she went straight back.

And yes, she likes Fireman Sam and the Octonauts. This is not "wacky", or beause I have forced feminism on her over her natural leanings.

And then Dd referred to a "lady bus driver" the other day, and insisted on it over "bus driver". Why does it feel that the entire bloody universe is trying to force her into a (glittery pink) box?

Can I add a positive? Just opened my new Phillips electric toothbrush. The little coloured things to identify whose head is whose are greens and blues. No gendered pink and blue at all. For once.

Hair issues. Up until recently, both DS and I had long hair. We now both have short hair. I will admit to coaxing DS a little into having his cut but this is not because I am a deep down heteronormative, I just got sick of the daily battles to get a brush or comb through it. DS is 8 and he liked having long hair but hated caring for it, so it was getting difficult. But people my family are still going on about, oh he looks like a proper little boy, so glad he's had his hair cut.

I now have a no4 crop, and the plait of my hair, which is sitting on top of the microwave at the moment, is a foot long, so that was a radical change too. I had it done at the local street party where they were shaving the men's heads for charity. Shaving women's heads is still seen as scary and dramatic...

Oh yes, wheels on the bus. I saw someone on hear say they do 'the mummys on the bus discuss astrophysics', and now I hear it in my head every time. Generally I just tend to avoid the parent verses.

mother and baby groups,eek just call it baby group

Speaking of toddler groups.

The mummy's on the bus go chatter chatter chatter all day long

The daddy's on the bus go nod nod nod all day long.

Oh, and being called darling, love, sweetheart or girls by men trying to flog me sky TV or lovefilm. This is when I'm alone or with a female friend, when I've been with my husband they address him and say things like ''excuse me sir, can I ask if you're an existing sky customer?''

*yours