There’s a woman in my department who approached me asking if I’d be interested in “buying her a few drinks and seeing what might happen”. Overweight, pink hair, septum piercing, thinks Marxism is cool, straight up lagoon creature. I initially politely declined, to which she responded “Because I’m not a scrawny fuck like you? Maybe you just don’t have the equipment for the job”. I replied “What are you talking about there’s several pallet jacks next to the bay doors”. My supervisor secretly shared a laugh with me before I went home but warned me regardless if she goes to HR I’m done. It’s a woman’s world.