Someone asked me recently if it bothered me to have a woman as a boss. Minded? Didn’t even notice it. I had older sisters. I have a wife. I have a daughter. I have three granddaughters. How the hell would I notice it?

My sisters weren’t too bad, depending on what scale you use. My referring to them as the “Evil Ones” was just a joke. They meant well, usually. When the boys would come over and hang around talking, and one of the girls had to get me to bed first, the “meant well” went out the window. In fact, that was one of the threats they used on me. Out the window. I learned the words damn, hell, and little sob from them. I learned about the boogie man from them. To this day if my hand falls off the edge of the bed I wake up in a heart stopping panic.

My wife is a good-hearted woman who only wants the best for me. She also thinks she knows what’s best for me. I use my deaf ear on her. She’s a good sport about it. She doesn’t know the meaning of the word lose. She has never surrendered to defeat. She still tells me what’s best for me. Gotta love that kind of tenacity.

My daughter quietly ignored me. She always thought I was talking to myself instead of to her. She was a pretty good girl and never gave me any grief. When Mom was working afternoon shift, and I didn’t get home until 5:30, she thought she should get supper ready. Good idea.

She also thought she should decide what we ate and how it was cooked. Got a complaint? Take it up with Mom.

The granddaughters were too clever from day one. They looked at me, I looked at them and they took over. It was, and is, “Well, let me ask grandpap. He won’t say no to me”.

How would having a woman for a boss bother me?