W ordered first. I was seated next to her.
And then the waitress, who appeared to be 20 or so, asked …
wait for it …
“And, for you, sir?”
That’s when the 15-year-old started to give his order.
“I think she means me,” I said.
The waitress apologized.
I didn’t know what to do.
A year ago, I would have left it at that.
Now, I’m a different person. A different butch.
I feel like I have an obligation to say something. But what?
I’m not a sir. I’m a woman. In the future, you might want to refrain from making assumptions about a person’s gender. It makes us both feel awkward.
I don’t know the right answer. I just know that I felt annoyed yesterday when I was misgendered. Not embarrassed or apologetic like I have in the past, but offended.
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Thoughts? Should I have said something or just let that “sir” go? What would you have done? What would you have said?
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