After my road trip my light came on saying, "maintenance recommended" and I was more than happy to bring in my faithful little huckleberry. So today after breakfast I out with Isaac, and he agreed to hang with me, and drive me back when my car was ready. So we arrived at the garage, and I came in first. The counter was high, and I know the impression I can give is of a much younger person, emphasized by me looking like a kid trying to look over this counter. Initially the guy is attentive, and friendly. I grin and we banter a little as I tell him why I'm in. Then as I'm talking, Isaac comes in from parking his car and joins me, and immediately the guys attention slid off me and over to Isaac. Every comment started going around me.
Isaac did his best to look uninterested, but it didn't matter. About 1/5th of the guys attention was on me. He told me to drop my car off, that they would be able to get to it around 3, which was fine. When we came back in though, instead of realizing his error, he addressed even fewer of his comments to me. It was my name on the sheet, it was my card paying, and I was the one he called about the car, but it didn't seem to matter. Given a choice between explaining to a male or a female, he inherently assumed the male would know more. The laughable part is Isaac and I are about even in our knowledge of cars.
It got to the point that I was so frustrated I wanted to push myself up onto the counter and yell that it was my car we were discussing, that he should be making eye contact with me, but I'm fully convinced that even had I done so, and Isaac had turned his back, this man would have continued directing every comment to Isaac rather than me.
Afterward me and Isaac agreed that he was just gay, that he found Isaac exceedingly attractive and simply couldn't have acknowledged me if his life had depended on it.
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