"I enjoy being a girl"

I haven't had to buy a windshield wiper (or any auto supplies, for that matter) since I've been married. So, when I stopped at the local auto parts store for a new driver's side wiper (why? why is it always the driver's side that wears out first?), I was disappointed to learn that I can no longer buy just the rubber blade part. They only sell whole arms.

I questioned the auto parts guy. "But, I could always change just the blade by myself. The whole arm gives me trouble." (Which is only partly a lie because, though I've never changed a whole arm, I did watch the husband try it once, and it was awful.)

The auto parts guy replied, "I can put it on for you right here, if you like."

I blinked back fake girlie tears, "Really?"

We went outside, and after ten minutes in the blistering cold wrestling with the windshield wiper arm, the auto parts guy finally pulled out a screw driver and began snapping pieces off the "easy release" tab on the old wiper to remove it. And popped the new one on in a snap.

Now, you know that wiper would have given anyone a problem, man or woman.
But, had I been a man, no one would have offered to change it for me.

I thanked auto parts man profusely.
He looked very happy to have been able to help.