There is a very long line toward the buffet table, and by the time you get there it is already 20+ people deep. You wait patiently for your turn when suddenly one of your female co-workers grabs you and informs you that you could cut in right to the front because you are a girl. You insist that you’re fine where you are and you don’t want to cut in, but she drags you past all the hungry guys anyway. Against your will and principles, she plants you on a spot near the start of the line, right at the table. A male co-worker who’s supposed to get his meal waaay ahead of you hands you an empty plate. You know that he’s starving, too.
Everyone is hungry, but you get to eat sooner because you’re freaking female.