I'm so badass

Pardon to any offended ears (or eyes?...). But it's the truth. Yesterday after a particularly harrowing six hours at work with a boss whose idea of a pep talk is, "Okay folks, I don't want to be here, and I know you don't, so let's just cut the funny business [by which he meant socializing and any other fun ways of passing the dead time] and get this over with," I totally told off said boss and quite passively wrenched an apology from him. It's better if you get to know him a little, so anecdotes commencing...
-When cleaning up after work: "Girls, you vaccuum and set the tables. You two [gesturing to the two male members of the waitstaff] come help me lift these tables, and let the girls do the women's work." [Well, I didn't actually hear him say that, but that was the message and intent. And it's not the only time he's said things like that.]
-He went to get spray-tanned before going to Hawaii with his girlfriend, but alleged girlfriend dumped him immediately before said trip, and said boss returned a week early from said trip with dyed hair and a lei of wretchedness and even worse attitude than before.
-My mother, upon seeing him: "... written right on his face: "Pole Up My Ass."" And as a side note, my mother is amazing.

So to the real story: this boss figure, having said to the (by the way, shorter than me and sturdy but not exactly a body-builder) guy next to me, "Come on Javier, I need your muscles to move these tables," I ever so politely said, "Ummm, Tom, would you mind not implying that women are weak? Because I'm a circus performer and I take that as an insult. Thanks." And he promptly exploded, saying that of course he wasn't implying that, and call him old school, but he wasn't going to ask a 4 foot 9, 90 pound woman to lift tables, it's just a matter of physics and what's physically possible(I'm 5 foot 6 and 130 pounds (of solid muscle, heh heh) by the way). And I, being the non-inflammatory type of lass that I am, simply lowered my head and took the verbal lashing. And then... after stewing in his own miserable juices for a few minutes, he came up to me and said, "Listen, I'm not going to change the way I think, but I apologize if you felt offended."
Score one for the easily-satisfied, passive, least violent girl you'll ever meet! Woohoo!