Mum, Dad, and I went out to eat tonight. Toward the end of the meal, another waiter came to our table and asked if we were enjoying our meal. We said yes, and then the waiter said to Dad, "Giving her a night off?"

The waiter was about to walk off when I said, "Excuse me, that was sexist."

"Yes?"

I rethought the grammatical and psychological implications of what I was saying. I reworded. "That was a sexist comment."

The waiter started stammering in apology. "Well, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way, I didn't mean to upset you," and more of the sort. "I just like to joke with the customers," he said.

I could tell that he either meant it or was a really good actor, and I assumed the first because I didn't feel like giving a lecture at the moment.

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The assumption he made, though, was what made me stop him and correct him. We live in 2006, a time in which women aren't restricted to the kitchen. We are multifaceted people with talents in many areas; some of these talents can never be demonstrated in the kitchen.

Call me a dreamer if you want, but I think we all are in some ways...just about different things.