I went shopping yesterday and as I pushed my cart down the spices and baking supplies aisle I was blocked by a woman, her cart, and her kid. She wasn't taking up too much room, but the kid was rather obliviously standing in the perfect spot to block my way. The woman, as she compared prices of 5 kg bags of flour, didn't look away from the flour section yet somehow just knew her son was blocking me and said, "Honey, the lady wants to get by" and then the kid scooched over for me.
It just doesn't get old for me - being referred to with a feminine pronoun. I pushed my cart past them with a strut in my step, holding my head high and feeling quite good about myself. Then I heard "Mommy, that lady looks like a boy!"
I gasped the gaspiest gasp I've ever gasped. I sounded like I had just come up for a breath after swimming two lengths underwater. I turned around to glare at that good-for-nothin little 5 year old and then I realized he wasn't looking at me at all! He was looking at the woman at the other end of the aisle who looked exactly like Harry Potter!