The other day, I was standing in a long line at the Exxon Mobile across from CNU trying to pay for expensive gas.  An old man had just paid for a water and a bag of chips.  Next in line was a middle aged woman.  As she approached the counter, a man came running in from the gas pump, looking as though he was in a big hurry.  He rushed to the very front of the line cutting everyone, including me.  People near the back of the line were furious saying, “Hey!  What are you doing?”  The man said, “I’m sorry, but this will only take a second.”  The man was implying that the credit card machine for the pump was broken, and he was in a hurry to get to work.  He cut the woman off from her spot in line.  She poked the man in the back and said, “You need to wait in line; we’re all in hurries today.”  As the woman got in her last poke, the man swung around and started talking to the woman in an upper tone voice.  My eyebrows raised.  After the man spoke loudly toward the woman, the woman didn’t peep another word.  This is an example of how a man’s masculinity can be overpowering and somewhat frightening toward a woman.  This act at the gas station was disgusting.  I almost felt a need to say something to the man for his actions.