Call me Ted

Just saranwrap my boobs down, give me a pair of tube socks, and call me Ted. I am becoming a man. That's what I have decided. I think it will make things a whole lot easier. I suppose a majority of you all are scritching your heads saying to yourselves WTF? Today I picked up my car at Nail's Automotive. And I got dicked over. Partially because I am a pushover and partly because I come complete with a 38D rack and vagina. I quit. I never really believed that the world was still a man's world after all this time. I can say for certain that in the world of automotive jazz a woman will still get taken advantage of, weather it be at the dealership, the bank getting a car loan, or at the mechanic. It is so frustrating. How is it possible that women still put up with this, though I suppose I am not one to talk since I let it happen to me. When I saw the bill and all the stuff they did to my car that I specifically said no to I should have just told them "Thank you for your generosity in being very thorough with my car, but I did not authorize these repairs and I am simply not going to pay for something that I said no to." But I didn't. Yes, I questioned it. And you know what his answer was? "The work has already been done, and I just didn't want a purdy little lady to get stranded somewhere." Pardon the following language, but FUCK YOU. I'm done with my feminist rant. Thanks for listening. I guess I will probably just save the tube socks and saranwrap for special occasions. P.S. Does anyone have any men's underwear? I don't know that my lady drawers can accommodate a pair of tube socks.