Last night in a restaurant I ordered a bottle of prosecco. I ordered it, not my date. When the bottle arrived, I requested a wine bucket to keep it cool. I was clearly the one ordering. But then the waiter showed the bottle to my date, the man at the table. The waiter asked the man whether the prosecco was okay.
This may seem like a small thing but it actually really offended me. That even today a man's opinion would be valued over mine simply because I'm a woma