Bobbie

I pull into a parking space and the man in the van gets out and says:
Can I ask why you parked there?
Why do you need to know?
You picked this space.
Is there a problem?
Yes, there are lots of spaces but you picked this.
If you need to know, it’s because it is easier to leave the car park from here.
I need to open my side door and back door ( very rude tone).
From the front, which is where you sit unless you are planning on staying?
My wife is doing the shopping!! I don’t need to justify myself to you!
You got out to challenge me to justify my parking, in a space, within the lines, not obstructing your side or back door!
You need to get a grip woman!
I need to?
He then scurried into his van.

I go shopping; comes back.

Wife:
Why did you speak to my husband like that?
With respect lady, you weren’t there when he got out of his van to challenge my parking. He then told me to get a grip.
Maybe you should.
They both then scurried into the van and ate their lunch.

My points:
Duncan (husband) and I had a conversation this morning about the many ways in which sexism presents itself. Right there baby. I guarantee that the man would not have got out his van if it was Duncan sat there.

What IS the actual problem?

Go me for not losing it!