My Uncontrollable Sexist Me

I was working on tils the other day at work (obviously). Now before I start I would just like to note that when I think of where I keep a radio in a house, it naturally falls into the kitchen area in my mind because people tend to eat and prepare food there and like that bit of background music or mood while doing these things....

Anyhoo, while at the tils a woman approached me. She gave me her catalogue number of the item she wished to order and I put it through. All was groovey. Before placing the final order down I always have to ask if this is the correct item just to be safe. In this case it was a radio, so I asked "It's a radio you want yes?" and she said "yes".

Now, in work we're also encouraged to make conversation with our customers to make them feel like an individual instead of just the "next" costumer. So I decided to apply this mindset to the current female customer in front of me.

I said "Oh so you're gonna have the radio in the kitchen yeah?", she looked at me with half a smirk and said "..no.. for work actually" and I thought aloud "oh, well that too!". Of course at this moment in time I was still completely unaware as to how sexist I must've sounded during this entire order. As she was walking away my snail paced mind clicked together, like to snails sliding into each other. I guess that's not really a click, more of a slow...slow slow slow thud.

Anyways, I turned to one of my co-workers at the til next to me and said "oh crap, I just realised how bad that sounded -" he was smirking at me and just said "yep!".

Oh what another shameful moment I handed to myself at work...