Don Juan Dickheads

It drives me insane when I am trying to have an interaction with the guy at
the deli or wherever, that should just be simple and over in a heartbeat,
but instead I am forced into an interaction where I have no choice but to
be either flirtatious or a bitch. I cannot be merely pleasant. He has to
make it all about my femaleness. I want this bottle of water, here take some
money, have a nice day, bye. It is hilarious when you tell me that my drink
costs $10, and then when I look confused, you say you are just kidding
because I am so beautiful. Definitely the highpoint of my day, right there.
We don’t need to joke or flirt, and you wouldn’t do any of this with a male
customer, and it is annoying and condescending. I don’t want to feel that
the fact that I am a girl makes our fleeting moment together all about the
fact that I’m a freaking girl, man! Don’t point it out, I am aware each day
that I am a girl as I feel the eyes of creeps boring holes in my ass and
breasts. When you make it abundantly clear that you, too are aware of my
womanly attributes, it makes me feel caged in. Give me my money back, keep your sexist water.