Once upon a time, at HellMart, I was (for some reason that is beyond my scope of understanding to this very day) put in Sporting Goods. I was the only female under the age of 50 in that end of the store, "hardlines". At any given time, I was in charge of covering Sporting Goods, Hardware, Pets, Seasonal, Toys and Stationary, especially on delightfully busy, understaffed days.
ANYWAY, nobody thought twice about asking me questions pertaining to toys and pets; on the contrary, they assumed I knew a lot about toys (being 19 at the time and considerably younger than most parents), and knew I'd been educated about the fish we sold. I was also just as educated about the amunition I sold, the paintball guns, the rifle scopes, the binoculars, knives, AND the paint I mixed in hardware.Most people didn't want to believe this, however.
A few gems:
Me * standing at paint counter as a man wanders up*: Hi, can I help you with something?
SC (male, probably 40 years old): Um... is the gentleman that works here in?
Me: Oh, you mean *Hardware Department manager, G*? He's not in on weekends, I'm afraid. Is there something I can help you with?
SC: Well, I needed a can of paint mixed.
Me: No problem, do you have a colour and base picked out?
SC: Well, I was really hoping to talk to G about this.
Me: I can answer any questions you have, and I can certainly mix your paint for you.
SC: Is that other man around? *he was talking about R, my DM for Sports*
Me: The Department Managers don't work on the weekends, I'm afraid.
SC: ... I'll just come back Monday.
Sidenote: I look about 16, even now at 21. I may have looked even younger then. And I am most definitely a girl.
Over at the sports counter...
Me: Hi, how can I help you?
SC *male, probably about 50 years old*: I was wondering if I could get a hunting license.
Me: No problem! I just need your FA permit. What were you looking for?
SC: Deer. That's called "big game" in your book there, sweetie.
Me *if looks could kill....*: I know... *starts filling out license*
SC: What are you doing down in this department anyway, sweetie?
Me: Selling hunting licenses, sir.

Which I am certified to do, and have all the information on, kthanks.
Me *tidying around my sports counter*: CAN I HELP YOU? (without the yelling.. aha)
SC *male, 30ish*: Do you hunt?
Me: No, but was there something I could help you with?
SC: You've never killed an animal?
Me: Aside from fishing, no.
SC: Then why do you work in this department?
Me: Being fond of killing things for sport isn't a job requirement, sir. Were you looking for something in particular?
SC: I need a knife, one that's good for gutting and fileting. Do you know what that means?
Me: Yes, I fish.
SC: I think I'll come back when R is in.
Me:


I won't begin to explain the amount of times at (both of!) the call center(s) I worked at, various male (and a few female!) SCs refused to speak with me because I'm a woman. So many of you work at callcenters, I'm sure you know. Ow, my brain.

He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.

*Death glare activated*
Maybe not but I do want it for <insert whatever FPS high graphic games were out in market at the time> 
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