March is Women's History Month.
Darlene McTavish jumped in a cab: her twenty-two-year-old Harley was in the shop, she’d dropped it on an icy corner a week earlier, fortunately she hadn’t been injured but the bike had been pounded.
When the taxi glided to a stop in front of FitzGerald’s Grocery Emporium the cabbie said: "Six smackeroos."
To Darlene's surprise the meter was double-jointed or two-faced showing separate prices for males and females. The fare for women was $6.00 and the ticket for guys, $4.62.
Darlene grumbled: "What the? Where in the Constitution does it"--
“Ahem. Pardon me? That’s just the way it’s always been,” inscrutable with hoodie eyes, the cabbie explained briskly. “Ask anyone, missy."
Missy? Darlene took a deep breath, a brilliant calming technique learned from her YWCA Lamaze lessons. Though mystified as to why it was cheaper for a man to ride in a cab than a woman Darlene still shelled out a fair tip: two bucks.
Inside Fitzy’s it was the same thing, the same inflammatory mystery lurked behind every price tag: milk was $4.00 for women and $3.08 for men, coffee $7.00 for women and $5.39 for men, and then the kicker, the final flipping insult, Tampons were $5.00 for women and $3.85 for men!
Tampons?! Ahhhhh --
Despite being outraged -- her little clamshell ears were fire-engine red (a real warning sign) -- Darlene gently -- breathing in and out, asked the mustachioed cashier with the pug-lumpy face, "What's going on? Y’know this is unfair -- un-American. It's flat out wrong."
The cashier shrugged, and said with no small kindness, "Sorry, ma'm, but on the average women make seventy-seven cents for every buck a man makes in this country -- you do the math." -end- (from the short story Ms. McTavish by Kevin O'Kendley, posted earlier, and in the short story section)
Some women's history: please see Carbuncle Moon blogs: 1/21/17, 1/3/17, 11/10/16, 11/4/16, 3/19/16.. Pieces in short story section: Dangerfield's Drum, Three Travelers, The Old Dog on the Hill, The Playground, America, Poverty, The Carbuncle, Ready or Not Here Comes Eva, Herr Doktor, St. Nick, Caterina Zutzcu and the Three-Legged dog, and The Birth of Her Caitness...
Please give to the National Organization for Women -- NOW: 1100 H Street NW, Suite 300/ Washington DC 20005/ 202-628-8669
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