“It is just ridiculous bringing women into the workplace!” he said as he chewed off another piece of steak. “It’s a freight warehouse for god’s sake!”
Bridgett tapped her fork against her plate impatiently.
“I mean, women aren’t cut out for that kind of work ya know?”
Bridgett bit her tongue.
“No one can properly say that we are a sexist company. We just hire the stronger gender.”
In a moment Bridgett shot up from the table and ripped off her jacket. She threw her arms in the air to proudly show off her armpit hair and screamed in pure rage, “You sir are a misogynistic asshole who has no idea what women can do. As an individual I can say that I have given birth to two children who were each 9lbs in my belly for nine months. I pay the bills, I take care of my kids, and I can lift a fucking box all by my damn self too. So don’t sit here and tell me who is the stronger gender!”

“Hey are you listening?”
Bridgett snapped out of her day dream and looked up at the foul man, “Excuse me, I think I need to leave.”