I just remembered this from a while ago, but it proves even further my theory that I am, infact, the closest to a man in our apartment.

I walked up to the front desk at the UVU student center to ask where my ice skating class was. The receptionist was busy at her desk.

She says, "Can I help you, sir?"
I wait a little bit, looking around to see if there is a man around. Nope.
I say, "uh..."
She looks up, and says just as unenthusiastically, "...Ma'am..."

I guess I was wearing a sweatshirt, but common! You can still see my shapes and make-up'd face! Sigh.