Heated Discussion Melts Yogurt, FroYo Place Forced to Rename Product "Warm Smoothies"

Four hours after our heated half-hour "discussion," and I still don't know what the hell happened.
At first I was certain this was a misstep in my plight to be a pacifist.
Then I realized boundary-setting and attempts at communication do not negate pacifism.
Though, I've not raised my voice so sternly in years - I honestly can't remember the last time.
Lets just say the "attempt" to communicate was thwarted (and I'm pretty good at communicating, and pretty decent at interpreting what others are communicating) - but I left only understanding, well, nothing.
Perhaps I now understand that instability is certain, when it comes to my interactions with him.
I now remember what its like to fight to be heard, and still be certain I was not heard.
I yet again understand how it feels to be treated like a child, like a liar and as though I'm irrational.
and I still know that I have no idea what happened or what goes through his mind.

It didn't help that the entire conversation was littered with sexist comments.
No, sir - men don't think frozen yogurt is gay.
And thanks but no thanks, I can protect myself.

Nor did it help that he thought everyone but him was focused on the wrong thing - and soon to run the store into the ground.

But, as he so clearly reminded me - he is a minister. I'm glad he let me know that I just need to get that through my head. Its there. Trust me.

I eventually let the conversation sizzle out. And by sizzle out I mean die out painfully slowly - as he nonsensically rambled bullshit for another five minutes while I just stared blankly at him.

This insanity was immediately followed by my exit of the store, bursting into tears and exclaiming fuck more times than I have in the last six months.
Fortunately, the most lovely of friends were paying me a visit. They joined me outside, hugged me, and let me yell. I needed that.

Of course - when I returned from my "break" he apologized for being a jerk and said from now on he would only listen. Then continued the night having pleasant to normal conversation.
WHAT? I don't even know.

My store manager was also on duty, even though I was running the shift. It was helpful - because she witnessed the situation and even enforced that he follow me into the back so I could address the situation. She's supportive of me, which I really really appreciate.
Unfortunately, she ended up saying something almost worse than his & I's conversation.
Once I left the store she told him that he needed to become a better listener because he hadn't been listening to me at all. When he protested a little bit she explained to him, "Sometimes girls just need to explain. You may not understand, but she needed to talk through it and so you needed to listen."

LOVELY.