Yes, I Can.

Dear Mr. Auto parts counter man

I know 
I know 
Let’s sit in the three minutes of astonishment in the fact that I walked in here in heels. 
Don’t worry I’ll wait. 
Yes sir I am aware that you have fuzzy steering wheel covers. 
I am also aware that you have never effectively made a woman laugh out of anything but disgust with the lines you throw anytime one walks in here.
Yes sir I am sure it is a 4.7 v8. 
Hum, I am fumbling through the pleasantries pretending you don’t see me as little more than a pedaled flower valued for the beauty it holds while it is still alive enough to stand for the enjoyment of everyone in the room.
My mommas voice in my head.
If you ain’t got nothing nice to say B
Okay momma I hear you
I giggle at your joke about me ruining my nails or hurting myself.

While the truth of the matter is that the worst things that ever happened to me were at the hands of a human.. 
one sharing your proclivities to shroud degradation with a smile. 
So when you ask me the question I’m sure you have never uttered to a man who has entered this building. 
Are you sure you can do this little lady?
I answer 
Blood boiling 
Yes sir, yes I can. 

In that moment I wonder how the woman who slipped that ring on your finger feels living in a view smaller than this one stop light town. 

I hope you have a daughter with passion that rivals the sun and will power to match. 

I hope if you ever get into a car accident it’s a woman with the jaws of life that tears you out.

But more than anything 

I sure do Hope you have the part I came for
because

yes I can take this thing apart with my eyes closed 
Yet I’m unsure I will survive another interaction with fragile masculinity today…even you don’t sell the tools to fix that.