(I work at a supermarket stocking shelves. I’m a relatively small girl; about five foot four and barely one hundred five pounds. Also, despite being in my early twenties, I look more like I’m fifteen. I have gone behind one of the registers to get a spray bottle.)

Customer: “Are you opening?”

Me: “No.”

Customer: “Why not?”

Me: “I don’t work in this department.”

Customer: “What department do you work in?”

Me: “I work in grocery sir. I stock the shelves.”

Customer: “A girl like you shouldn’t be doing a man’s job. You should either be behind a register or in the bakery.”

Me: “Would you like me to call the store manager, sir? I’m sure she would be more than happy to assist you.”

Customer: *doesn’t say another word and walks off*

Me: “Have a nice day, sir!”