Boy -> Girl: Immediately drop all my shit and tell any nearby boy to pick it up and carry it for me while holding the door open.
Girl -> Boy: Immediately drop all my shit and tell any nearby boy to pick it up and carry it for me while holding the door open because even though I don’t look like a girl I should still be treated like one.
I suspect the immediate female reaction would be along the lines of “You walk around with all this stuff in your pants all the time? Doesn’t it get rubbed raw or something?”
Am I the only horrible person who’d say that if there were 10 Harry Potters in the room, about to be blasted to smithereens by Death Eaters, that they should…
…use the spare parts & make at least 5 decent pair of glasses?
“Lord Voldemort, we could only find five of them. Where could the rest be?”
“Quiet, I’m concentrating. I see a Muggle sign. We must find a store called ‘LensCrafters’.”
“LensCrafters? But there’s Thousands! And they all look alike.”
“Damn You, Potter!!!”
Boy -> girl: Once the shock wore off, I’d check out the women’s washroom, to find out whether it really is all that much nicer than the men’s. Besides, I would need to find out how to pee without making a mess.
You certainly could assume that. But then I doubt you’d be terribly interested in hearing my second-through-to-five-hundred-and-ninety-sixth responses.
A friend asked me this question recently (in a different, non-Harry-Potter form) and my answer was, “pour soups and reach things that are high up. Oh, and open jars.”
We make soups in big giant pots and then have to pour them into containers to store them, but I’m too small and not strong enough to just pick up a pot and pour it, so I scoop it halfway with a ladle. The boys can mostly just pour it and it’s much faster and I’m jealous. And I’m jealous of their ability to be tall and see the tops of shelves and not just the bottoms. And, of course, their manly jar-opening hands.