No Girls Allowed!!!

Today I had to go buy some things for the doctor that I work for. My schedule is pretty light so I was chosen to be the run-errand girl today. I was sent after some sort of valve and a 15 gallon jug of propylene glycol.

Sounds easy enough right.

I found the store easy enough, thanks Mapquest. It was in the Industrial Hell part of Orem, ya know, one of those wholesale-contractor-warehousey places.

I had to call Jared, to even see which door to go in. There were lots of doors, and most of them big enough to drive a semi through. I picked one, and the ladies at the officey part (yes, I picked the wrong door) pointed me in the right direction.

I got back the counter area, and as I opened the door a hush came over the warehouse. I felt like a cowboy walking into a gay bar! They wanted to look, but was a little apprehensive of what I could possibly be doing there.

I stood there, til one of the workers looked passed me hollering, "Who's next?". I stepped up the desk and acted like I knew what I was asking for, as I read it off my paper that included a spectacular drawing of the valve from the doc. He got me the valve and told me to go next door for the propylene glycol.

I cracked a few jokes, and got him to smile, but the rest of the staff/patrons were still eyeing me over like I was an alien.

In those situations should I grab my crotch and pretend to rearrange something that's not really there and spit on the floor, like most men do?

I got outta there and headed to the propylene store.

Once again, I had no freaking idea which door to enter the building. They really should post better signage.

I am pretty sure I entered the wrong door once again, and a hush came over the store as I walked in.

Do these men not know how to deal with someone with boobs and a who-ha during working hours?

But then, I proceeded to make a GIANT, and I mean GIANT fool out of myself....

I confidently walked up the desk, to the nice Spanish gentleman that just finished helping a customer and politely asked for 15 gallons of "pet-safe" propylene glycol.

He laughed at me, and in his accent, told me that I was on the wrong side of the desk....

Could I not have turned invisible in that second and ran out the door?? Or maybe a truck come flying through the window to cause a diversion from the spectacle of me??

That's right.... I confidently walked up the desk, on the wrong side, and politely asked their most recent customer for a 15 gallon of crap for the guy I work for!!!

Yeah, all the "good ole boys" in there and the workers started giggling and snickering.

I held myself together and told them all that I do not venture into the manly side of shopping and they would feel lost if they were sent into a fabric/craft store.

I managed to sneak out a few more jokes making fun of myself to save face, and got the giant jug of blue crap and got the hell outta there.

The nice worker-guy brought it out to my truck to load it for me, since it weighs about 120 lbs. He went to put it in the bed of the truck, til he saw all the manly stuff in there. Everyday, I haul around shovels, fence posts, and barbed wire in the back of my truck.....that's completely normal to me. So he spouts off with a giggle, "so you doing some ranching later?"

You know buddy, put the jug in my passenger seat and go in and make fun of me with your boys.

I miss the days of home (Wayne County/Gods Country) where I could walk into the hardware store and tell Mitch Pace that my dad sent me for something and he would know exactly what I was talking about, find it for me, while gabbing away, put in on my dads account and away I would go.