I work in a watch repair shop and whenever anyone comes in the store a door chime sounds. The chime is a man with a British accent asking: “Excuse me sir, do you have the time?”

Ordinarily, this would probably be fine. The problem is when a woman walks into the store she is basically greeted as a man. Most ladies don’t really notice, but occasionally we’ll get a live wire femo-nazi who get’s super offended. Screw you Susan B. Anthony. The only time you need to know is breakfast, lunch, and dinner time.