Pressure Princess

I went to pick up pizza (Yay cheese!) on Saturday and had to stop and gas up my minivan which lead to checking my tire pressure and consequentially airing up the tires.

As I'm airing up my tires, a white car pulls in beside me. Other than making sure I'm out of their way as I air up the front passenger tire, I don't pay attention to them.

So I'm a little startled to see the middle aged man staring at me after I've finished with the last tire.

He waits until I replace the hose before he steps forward and says:

I'm standing here trying to figure out who taught you how to do that.

Do what?

Check your tires and air them up. You even have your own gauge!

I grew up on a farm. My dad taught me.

That makes sense, because you obviously can't be married.

Actually I am.

But its the husband's job to do that! (gesturing toward the van)

Really? I'm surprised you think that way. Because I drive a MINIVAN. What about this vehicle says that a man wants to be in charge of it? Its my van, I take care of it.

He laughs and I leave.

I had no idea where the conversation was going the entire time, but all I could think was

Was he standing behind me staring at my butt the entire time I was checking the passenger side?