This weekend, my new neighbor came by looking for my husband.
“He’s sleeping,” I explained.
“Oh. Um, would you mind sending him by when he wakes up? I just have a quick question,” he said as he walked away.
“Do you need to know how to spell something? Because then it’d be worth your while to wait for him,” I replied.” Otherwise, I may be able to help you.”
“Well, I don’t know what to use to anchor the hurricane shutter panels, and I’m going North for the season, so if you could send him over …” he answered dismissively, barely turning around.
“You need metal clips. Here I’ll show you what they look like,” I said as I walked over to the garage and grabbed one from the bucket we keep by the shutters. Then I told him where he could get them and approximately how many he’d need.
“Okay,” he said, looking bewildered. “Thanks. I’ll return your clip tomorrow.”
“Tut tut, keep it as a souvenir of the time a woman answered a ‘manly’ question,” I joked.
Okay, fine, I didn’t say the last part, but it was strongly implied. And I wish I had.
Listen, I’m a girly girl, through and through. I have a fresh gel mani, I’ve been known to wear stilettos to the playground, and I can rock a fedora on a field trip.
But I’m also the one who set up our surround sound, fixes drawers, WD40s anything that squeaks, and put together a 10-foot buffet from IKEA with nothing more than encouragement and positive reinforcement from my family. Oh, and a hand-delivered latte.
Do not come to my house and assume I don’t know how to do something simply because I’m a woman. It’s not the freakin’ ’50s (not that women couldn’t fix things back then — I’m sure they could they just pretended they couldn’t to keep up appearences). Men, give us the benefit of the doubt. We may surprise you.
Frankly, in my house, if you want something fixed, need a drill bit or a “bit” of advice on where to buy a pressure cleaner … I’m your “man.” If you have a grammatical question, or have a bunch of numbers that need to be added together, really fast (and can’t find a calculator), wait until my husband wakes up.
So when you knock on my door, leave the stereotypes on our doorstep!
Do you feel me ladies?