Had a hilarious experience today of a waitress repeatedly making the wrong assumptions about me (butch) and my (more femme-looking) wife.
It was a brunch place where you seated yourself, then went up to the counter to order, and then the staff would bring the food directly to your table. So for simplicity’s sake my wife watched our table while I ordered for both of us.
When the waitress brought out our drinks, she very confidently put them in front of the wrong people, which I already thought was pretty funny. And then she did the exact same thing with the food, and it was only at that point that I fully realized just how much I was defying butch stereotypes by ordering a fruity drink and french toast while my wife ordered a beer-based cocktail and an egg/bacon plate lmao.
