When the person who wants to give you money for your tomatoes asks you to stop talking, STOP TALKING
What do you do when a man is being annoying and you ask him to stop and he doesn’t stop?
All I wanted was a few tomatoes and some corn on the cob.
But when Mr T and I started discussing which tomatoes to get and which corn to get, the vendor – whose entire job is to get people to give him money – interjected himself into the conversation with his musings on the proper roles of men and women.
“Who does the cooking?” the vendor asked.
“She does most of it,” Mr T said.
The vendor nodded in satisfaction.
I picked a box of tomatoes and showed it to Mr T. “What about these?” I asked him.
The vendor nodded again. “He’s THE MAN but I bet you’re THE BOSS!” he said.
“Uh huh,” I answered politely, “uh-huh” being a nice way of saying, “I know there are words coming out of your mouth but I do not want to listen to them. Even if I were not busy selecting tomatoes, I would not want to listen to you.”
“I mean,” the vendor continued, “we all know who the man is and who the woman is but we all really know who THE BOSS is!”
“Uh huh,” I said again, as Mr T disagreed with my choice of tomatoes, which was fine because he cares way more than I do and whatever tomatoes is not the hill I am dying on and it’s not like he picks bad tomatoes anyhow. He is an excellent selector of tomatoes.
We walked around to the corn and Mr T started to examine it.
“He’s picking the corn? But you’re the cook!” the vendor said.
“He’s better at picking corn,” I said.
(This is true – Mr T is also a very good selector of corn.)
“In the Bible,” the vendor volunteered, “the man is the head of the household but we all know who is really in charge!” he said.
“Yeah we’re not going to have this conversation,” I said. “Please stop.”
The vendor persisted. “But in the BIBLE….” he said.
“I do not like where this conversation is going,” I interrupted. “Please. Please stop talking.”
It did not work.
He kept talking.
Because he’s the man and if the man wants to talk, it doesn’t matter what a woman wants.
He is not the only one selling tomatoes or corn.
So I will never see him again.