Over the years I have had to try and explain needed car repairs to a shit ton of women.
I never once made the mistake of treating them like they are stupid.
I am intelligent enough to be able to explain things to them so that they can understand what I am talking about without talking over their heads.
I also had a lot of repeat customers because of it.
There was one lady who absolutely refused to let anyone else even touch her car. She was a friend of mt Sister In Law.
She would call me and let me know her car needed an oil change, I would make the arrangements for a suitable time, drive twenty five miles to her place, park my rig, get in hers and drive it back to my house.
If I found something that needed further repairs I would get all the necessary info about parts etc and let her know. Then we would make arrangements for another appointment. She smoked heavily and the first time I got in her rig to take it back to my place I could barely see out the windshield because of the nicotine. It was flat out yellow and the ash tray was overflowing After I did the oil change and made a list of needed repairs, I spent an hour cleaning the windshield and cleaning up the interior after I dumped the ash tray out.
That extra freebie made me a lot of money over the next few years until she finally traded it in and got a new car.
I did an oil change on that once, in the parking lot where she worked. I told her I was never doing that again.
It took me a half an hour just to get the damn oil filter off. I told her to just start taking it to Jiffy Lube.
Every once in a while I would run into a lady who Grokked what I was trying to explain to them about a needed repair.
I also trained a 19 year old girl to fix brand new Lincoln Town Cars. I bet she has some interesting stories to tell by now of dealing with idiot service writers.