Are YOU the MAN OF THE HOUSE?
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hawkwing_lbHere is a thing that happened today, and rather spoiled my happy I-have-swum-the-sun-is-shining pleasure at the world.
Three in the afternoon. Doorbell rings. It is a man from the gas company. "Hello," says I.
"Is your mum or dad there?" says he.
I make the WTF face and nobly refrain from asking how fucking old does he think I am. "Can I help you?" says I. ("Can I help you?" is code for TELL ME WHAT THE HELL YOU WANT OKAY. I thought everyone knew this.)
"Are you the Man of the House?" says he.
WTF says my face again. With great restraint, I repeat: "Can I help you?"
"But are you the MAN OF THE HOUSE?" he says again.
At this point, I confess, I lost my temper. "Dude, do I look like a guy? GO AWAY." (I have never said "Dude" out loud before.) Closed the door, and retired to seethe, and to recount this funny story to the internets.
Moral of the story: if you have short hair and a t-shirt and shorts, and aren't performing traditional femininity, at least one of Bord Gáis's travelling doorsteppers will go straight to TEENAGER ALERT and/or MAN ALERT.
I'm tempted to write a complaint. ARE YOU THE MAN OF THE HOUSE?
No. THERE ARE NO MEN IN THIS HOUSE. BECAUSE WE ARE AMAZONS. AND MAN-EATING FEMINISTS...
Actually, because it is possible to be short-haired and female-ish. And it is also possible to live in houses without men, it's a thing that happens sometimes, STRANGER THINGS HAVE HAPPENED.
Three in the afternoon. Doorbell rings. It is a man from the gas company. "Hello," says I.
"Is your mum or dad there?" says he.
I make the WTF face and nobly refrain from asking how fucking old does he think I am. "Can I help you?" says I. ("Can I help you?" is code for TELL ME WHAT THE HELL YOU WANT OKAY. I thought everyone knew this.)
"Are you the Man of the House?" says he.
WTF says my face again. With great restraint, I repeat: "Can I help you?"
"But are you the MAN OF THE HOUSE?" he says again.
At this point, I confess, I lost my temper. "Dude, do I look like a guy? GO AWAY." (I have never said "Dude" out loud before.) Closed the door, and retired to seethe, and to recount this funny story to the internets.
Moral of the story: if you have short hair and a t-shirt and shorts, and aren't performing traditional femininity, at least one of Bord Gáis's travelling doorsteppers will go straight to TEENAGER ALERT and/or MAN ALERT.
I'm tempted to write a complaint. ARE YOU THE MAN OF THE HOUSE?
No. THERE ARE NO MEN IN THIS HOUSE. BECAUSE WE ARE AMAZONS. AND MAN-EATING FEMINISTS...
Actually, because it is possible to be short-haired and female-ish. And it is also possible to live in houses without men, it's a thing that happens sometimes, STRANGER THINGS HAVE HAPPENED.
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Date: 2014-07-23 06:08 pm (UTC)...You're not reading for SH this month, are you? Because I'd feel a bit weird dropping it right into your inbox after the ALL CAPS. ;)
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Date: 2014-07-23 06:10 pm (UTC)Hah. Sadly, no; I'd take it if I were!
(Yay!)
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Date: 2014-07-23 06:14 pm (UTC)*sends it out into the world anyway*