Holly

I’m looking to buy a new bike. On Saturday I went into my local bike shop to ask some questions and try a few models. I had great service and was treated pleasantly and fairly. Tonight I popped in again – this time with my husband. It was a totally different story. I may as well not have been there, as far as the guy in the shop was concerned. Every time I asked him a question, he addressed the answer to my husband. At one point he looked over at my husband and rolled his eyes as if I’d asked a stupid question (I hadn’t). It made me feel angry and ignored, and was embarrassing for my husband too. It seems the presence of another Y chromosome in the room renders me invisible.