co-worker (male) (it's important later): So what didja get?
me: Um, the Special, chicken supreme, half barbeque half white, mega meat, and pepperoni with 3 dozen wings.
co-worker: Whoa, so you ordered pizza for...men.
me: [stunned silence]
co-worker: No offense.
Shut your face, no pizza for you.
I'm not even the most sensitive feminist you'll run into but really?? And yeah, I had 6 pieces, what of it?
Try and dictate what kind of pizza I can eat
because I have boobs.
I dare you.
Yeah, yeah, you're all big strong scary men and need the meatiest pizza
to fortify your testosterone filled meat bags for bodies.
I'm sure you're completely well-endowed.