Sitting in the tire place to get a nail pulled out of my tire when the older man behind the counter says loudly “YOU’RE NOT A LADY ARE YA?” and I’m… confused. I just kinda stare at him because I’m not sure if he’s even talking to me. And the person next to him shakes their head, and we’re just staring at each other, and then finally they say much more clearly “have you been helped?” Oh. Ohhhhhh. I’m not… WAITING. No I’m not waiting. anyway.