Saleswomen or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Heteronormative Gender Stereotypes

So my husband, a male friend (the “male” detail should not be relevant, but it is), and I go out to look at furniture. We go into one particular store and proceed to have one of the most hilariously offensive experiences I have ever had. Admittedly though this is a bit of a had to be there situation. But picture the most faux-friendly, condescending overbearing saleswoman you’ve ever had the displeasure of interacting with in this story and maybe it’ll come close to an approximation of the annoying hilarity (annolarity?) we were experiencing.