Some days I hate feminism! Yesterday was one of them.
I went to Bunnings to get bits for the bbq, including getting the gas bottle filled. On getting my replacement the 'gentleman' (who was closer to my age than my previous post) just looked at the full bottle and asked where my replacement was. No offer to carry it to the car, no anything. Just a flick of the eyes! So I picked it up, pinched a nerve in my back and somehow managed to get it to my car.
What happened to guys carrying things to the car - and if he like me, wasn't comfortable, there was at least 10 other staff within 20 m of us!
Now I love Bunnings and this isn't a post that is meant to launch a tirade on the ethics of the store (lets not go there) or any sort of boycott. This was one guy on one day.
So, ignoring my pain during the said bbq, missing work last night and still having great difficulty in moving (more so than yesterday), I ask myself (yes I belong to a 'therapeutic community') what could I have done differently....
I could/should have asked for help, I could/should have not blamed feminism.
And after I meditatively put that forward part of me still screams ' what sort of man is this when he doesn't carry my gas bottle!'....