(I am working at a packing house, cutting checks for local dairy farmers who sell us one or two cows at a time. They are given a scale ticket in the barn, which I use to cut a check.)
Me: “Hi, can I have your scale ticket?”
Farmer: “I’d like him to help me.” *points at a USDA associate*
Me: “Sorry, sir, but he doesn’t work for us. He works for the USDA.”
Farmer: “Well, I’d like you to find a MAN who can cut me a check for my cows.”
Me: “I’m sorry, but none of the men that work here know how to cut checks. All our office staff members are women.”
Farmer: “Don’t lie, you little hussy! Only men can run a business! You go back to making coffee!”
Me: “Sir, you run a dairy farm, correct?”
Farmer: “Yeah.”
Me: “And you make money from the milk you sell?”
Farmer: “That’s how a dairy farm works, sweetheart. Now get me a–”
Me: “So, basically, milk is money to you?”
Farmer: “Yes. Now get me a–”
Me: “And does the milk come from male cattle?”
Farmer: “Ha ha! NO!”
Me: *pointed look*
Farmer: *hands me the scale ticket*
