Clearly of Superior Insight

I went to D's cabin this weekend to help get the place ready for winter. My biggest task involved rolling up about eight hoses, which was a dream job compared to donning a wetsuit to help bring in the dock. A task that required standing in the cold water for over an hour while the pieces came apart. I was invited more than once to join this team, but when the time came, four men changed into wetsuits and trotted down to the shore. I awaited an "Are you coming?" but when none came, I strategically located myself out of sight where I slowly and meticulously rolled up my hoses in the warm sunshine. Normally, the assumption that some jobs just aren't meant for girls pisses me off enough to try to prove myself in the name of an entire gender, but the swearing and frustrated growls that carried across the water and landed upon my ears confirmed my suspicion that that battle was best saved for another day.