I was volunteering at the local access TV station Saturday, as is my general custom, and was setting up the audio board in the control room when I heard this exchange between the new girl and the station manager (SM):
Her (noticing the SM’s mug of coffee): You should get me some coffee.
SM (with a look of concern on his face): Are you alright? (He then walks over to her swivel chair and spins her around.) Oh good, your legs aren’t broken. Get your own coffee.
And that, gentlemen, is how you pass a fitness test with flying colors. She then tried to immediately try it on me:
Her (sulking): I’m the only girl in this office. [In case the subtext doesn’t come through, she was very much implying that someone should fetch her coffee because she’s a girl.]
Me (with a smirk): Well, it sounds to me like you’re the one best qualified for fetching coffee.
Her (with an I-can’t-believe-you-just-went-there look on her face): a brief shocked silence followed by laughter.
I spent the rest of the day teasing her mercilessly. She asked for my number (for professional reasons, of course). I gave it to her.