Grandpa Song: “What do you think you’re doing? A man, buying vegetables at the market!”
Me: “Oh, you mean this is women’s work?”
Grandpa Song: “Yeah.”
Me: “Jessica’s sick!”
Then he smiled and walked off in a way I don’t know how to interpret, but I’m pretty sure he knows Jessica having a cold has nothing to do with it.
Between dragging my feet on the ç™½é…’ (see here, here, and here) and shopping at the vegetable market (Jessica does the supermarket shopping, I do the vegetable market shopping), these guys must think I’m the biggest [insert your choice sexist insult here] in the whole neighbourhood! Good thing he doesn’t know I also do the laundry and clean the bathroom…