Even though she was being a bitch to the young male, she wasn't acting bitchy. It was more like an employer/employee relationship.  As if she was paying him to do the work she wasn't going to do, for whatever reason.  Of course she wasn't paying him for his work, but that was beside the point. It's the male's job to change the tire, not hers.  So, when he tapped on the glass, she lowered the window just a couple of inches and listened to him stammer something about not having tools.<br/><br/><em><strong>"Need my help?  What do you want me to do? I don't know anything about cars."</strong></em><br/><br/>She was making no moves to get out of the car, and the question didn't sound like she really wanted to know what he wanted her to do.  It was more of a statement that he won't be getting much help from her any time soon.  Then, as he just stood there, amazed no doubt by her attitude, he reached for the glove box to retrieve the little operator's guide.  This required a bit of stretching on her part, just in case he might be starting to forget she was female.<br/><br/>Handing the book out through the little opening at the top of the window.<br/><br/><em><strong>"Here you are, sweetie, this should help."</strong></em>