Of gatekeepers and key masters…
This past weekend I moved into a new apartment. I needed to get a few copies of the key made, so I went to the store. I’d been in this store before and had seen that they had keys with Star Wars characters on them. I was super excited about getting one.
I searched the rack where they normally were, but was only able to find one featuring Darth Maul. Meh. So I asked the guy at the counter if they had any more in the back. He said they didn’t, then directed me back the rack.
"How about that one in the middle there?" he asked.
"Up, no down a row, to the right."
I was now pointing at a key with a pink and purple butterfly on it. I shook my head no.
"We also have ones with cupcakes."
I was a little confused at this point. I don’t exactly look like I’m into cupcakes and butterflies. I was wearing all black, jewelry with skulls on it, and a Millennium Falcon hoodie.
"Or we have ones with glitter stars."
"No," I said, "I’ll just get the plain ones, thanks."
The whole experience was just… weird. This is the only place to get keys made in the town where I’m living, so unless I wanted to drive two hours to the next town, I just had to deal with this odd key-related sexism.