So I decided to brave the Florida humid heat and walk to the chess club where some old men sat around chessboard tables. I don’t remember who exactly won the game, but I’m sure I gave him a run for his money.
Checkmate. Game over. Then my opponent remarks, “What’s a nice girl like you doing playing chess? Why aren’t you at home cooking, sewing or baking?”
I made sure to beat him soundly next time.