One of our female officers called in as the shift was starting to report that she was taking the day off for an emergency.
Sergeant asked her what the emergency was. Officer told him that her car had a flat tyre and neither her boyfriend nor her father were going to be able to change it before the end of shift.
Sergeant tells the officer to bloody well change the tyre herself. Officer replies that she doesn't know how.
Fortunately, an admin-type officer was free, he drove a cruiser out to her house, sat on the hood of the cruiser and said, "First, get in the car and set the parking brake. Good. Now, open the trunk and look for the spare. Yes, you. It's probably going to be under the carpet. Yes, you are. Then get some gloves, I'll be sitting here when you get back ..."
She now knows how to change a tyre.
The thing that blows my tiny little mind is that she's not alone -- there are at least three other officers of the distaff persuasion who not only admit to not having a clue as to the business end of a lug wrench, but have firmly stated that tyre changing is a duty of the men in their lives.
When did helplessness become the "in thing"?
Ladies -- for God's sake, learn how to change a tyre, okay?
Gentlemen -- be sure that the ladies in your lives are able to change a tyre, okay?