(I work for a company that hosts kids’ parties. One party is coming in just as another is leaving, and in the chaos, a gay couple and their daughter are getting overlooked. At the time, I am the only female on duty.)

Me: “Can I help you, sirs?”

Customer: “We just bought a ball, but we don’t know how to blow it up.”

(I take the family to the pump and show their daughter how to use it. Her dads thank me profusely and one of them makes sure to comment.)

Customer: “That’s proof, Charlotte. If you want something done right, you have to ask a woman.”