Okay, let's clarify something here, jackass hillbillies from the uneducated side of Tennessee that want to buy stuff from me.
I am not an idiot. Just because I am a girl does not mean I don't know my business. I would be happy to transfer your call to a male technician if it would help us, but the thing is, he can't answer your question.
But I'm not going to fight with you. It's not my job to prove wrong your prejudice if you want to talk to me like I'm stupid.
So if you've already decided, upon hearing me answer the phone, that I am an idiot, I am not going to try to convince you otherwise. People tried to pull this crap on me back at the bar, too, and I'd milk it to entertain my regulars. If you want to talk to me like I'm stupid, you know, I think I'm just going to be stupid to you. I'll ask you how to spell "Kansas" and I sure as hell won't know the answer to any of your questions. And I'm sorry, you can't talk to my manager or anyone else, there's no one else here. Just dumb ol' me. What do I know? I'm just a girl. You'll have to call back another time.
Also, whoever you are, don't call me sweetie. I am not your sweetie.