And some people wonder why I love being Heather....

Today was another Heather day (hey, I wasn't going to let this nail
polish go to waste.. LOL). I was my normal self, jeans, mary janes,
lomgsleeve top. I took our daughter to Home Depot to get wood to build
her a desk for her room and get some paint for it. While looking at the
wood, the inevitable male employee came over and offered his assistance
"Do you ladies need some help?" :) I told him I had found what I needed
and thanked him. On the way out to the Jeep, I dropped a piece of wood
and another male employee asked if I needed assistance. I thanked him
and told him I had it under control. The Jeep was parked right up front
so I didn't have far to go. I stopped the cart (you know, the big lumber
cart) by the back of the Jeep and popped the back hatch. While I was
looking for the prop rod (the lift shocks are shot) I heard him walking
over and offering his assistance. Before I could even say anything he
was loading my lumber into the Jeep for me.

Now, I seriously doubt that Joe would have gotten the same enthusiastic
offers of help. Why is that? Why is it that society has such a bias
toward the "helpless" female?

And people wonder why I prefer to be Heather some days....
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