It’s crunch time.
The whole queue of men at the burrito van is watching expectantly as the first in line places their order.
“What can I get you?” says burrito lady.
“Chilli beef please,” says man number one.
“Yes please,” the tension rises. The men further back in the queue look anxious.
“Any barbecue or chilli sauce on that?”
Bam. There it is.
Lunch for every man in the queue has just been cranked up a notch. Not a single one of them can order anything now other than chilli beef with extra jalapenos and chilli sauce.
It sounds ridiculous, but it is just one of the many benefits of being a woman. Back at the office, as we sit around the table, I watch the boys sweating through their lunches, and feel quietly smug at actually enjoying my burrito with marinated chicken, no peppers and no chilli sauce.
I have nothing to prove. Who cares if the seven people ahead of me have ordered burritos with the works? I can sweetly ask for no jalapenos please and it doesn’t matter, because I am a girl.
So what’s the down side? As the token woman am I left to clear the table? Nope. And someone else even gets my plate for me.