Dear tow drivers, roadside assistance techs, mechanics, and even gas station attendants:
I have both a small car and a vagina. Neither means I am illiterate when it comes to repairs. If I bring something to you requesting service, I don’t want to be asked with a smirk whether I’ve performed remedial troubleshooting before calling you. Ask me; or ask me the same, slightly more intelligent questions you ask of my male counterparts; but keep your condescending attitude to yourself. What do you think “service industry” actually means? And anyway, didn’t your mother teach you better than that?
Jessica A.S. Letaw
P.S. I realize you treat me with slightly more respect when I wear my plaid flannel shirt, and I guess? I appreciate the improved treatment when you think I’m a dyke, although I am at a loss how in your world logic my perceived sexual partners determine my automotive proficiency.