(A woman and her daughter are standing by the cigarette counter where I am working.)
Child: “Mummy, can I have a chocolate bar?”
Mother: “Okay. Pick the one you want and give it to the man.”
(There is a long, tense pause as the child and I look at one another.)
Child: *in a very condescending tone* “Mummy. I think it’s a lady.”
Me: “She is correct.”