A day in the life of a 'little lady'...
Picture the appalling moment my family realised that we'd left it to the last minute to get a new car to drive to go on holiday France with. We already knew that the time would come, but when we realised we were going on holiday the very next week, we had to move fast. Mum and Dad had their eye on the car they wanted online so we were all rushed into our old, tiny banger too small for all our camping stuff where the air conditioning didn't work, and we headed off to the car dealership for a slightly bigger, less bangy banger in a panic.
This was a typical last minute scene in my family, and we all knew it took a few days until we could pick up the car anyway so we were in a particular rush.
As we parked our car in the customer parking lot a guy named Monty asked if he could help us in any way, we told him what we were looking for and he led us to the car we had saw online, and he explained everything to dad. DAD. JUST dad.I assume that he, due to old stereotypes assumed that Dad was the man that would benefit from his information. And, to add to this, he actually said to dad that the parking sensors wouldn't be needed when Dad was driving, only the little lady!
Then when dad went to the toilet he told us that he'd get us a voucher to use for some drinks and then he and dad could talk over the car stuff... obviously assuming my mum was too blonde or not intelligent enough to understand this alien language.
He didn't know about the little lady that is my mum, that in a few months she was going to Everest, or that she owned two successful businesses or that she was the one actually PAYING for that car.
This is what happens in actual everyday life, and it has to stop.
I created this blog to expose what I see.
And what I see is often not cool.