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    The Weight Of Being A Woman

    | Atlanta, GA, USA | Bad Behavior, Health & Body

    (The inventory manager is going through the overstock carts of dog food and, though I don’t normally work in that department, I’m helping him put them out. I am female. I am carrying a 40lb bag of food when I notice a male customer in the next aisle.)

    Me: “Hello, are you finding everything all right?”

    Customer: *gesturing to the bag of dog food* “Do you need help with that?”

    Me: “Uh, no, that’s okay, thanks. Did you need help with anything?”

    Customer: *looking unconvinced* “No, I already found it.”

    (Five minutes later, I’m rearranging some large bags to fit another one in when a different male customer approaches me.)

    Customer: “Do you want some help with that?”

    Me: “No, thanks, I got it. Do you need help finding anything?”

    Customer: “No, I’m good.”

    (My manager comes over shortly after the customer leaves to check on my progress.)

    Manager: “How are you doing?”

    Me: “Almost done with the cart, but if one more guy asks if I need help doing my job I’m going to hurt someone.”

    Literally Scream For More Ice Cream

    | Canada | Bad Behavior, Family & Kids, Food & Drink

    (At the library I volunteer for, we have a “Reading Event” in the summer for the kids. My job is to hand out one ice cream to each child. Throughout the course of the day, one of the younger boys decides to hang around me to keep me “company.” Another kid comes up to me.)

    Me: *hands ice cream to kid* “Enjoy and have a great summer!”

    Child: *nods his head, then reaches to grab another ice cream from my cooler*

    Me: *I tug the cooler away from him* “Sorry, but it’s only one-per-person.”

    Child: “That’s not fair!” *the child begins to stomp his feet on the ground and basically throw a fit*

    (At this point a woman I can only assume is the boy’s mother rushes over.)

    Woman: “What on Earth do you think you’re doing to my son!”

    Me: *trying to stay calm* “Nothing, ma’am! I was just telling him he could only have one ice cream!”

    Woman: “Nonsense! He’s my baby and he deserves as many as he wants!”

    Me: “Miss, please, I can’t give him more than one ice cream; it’s one of the rules!”

    Woman: “But—”

    (At this point the younger boy hanging around me decides to pipe up:)


    (Both the woman, the child, and I all stared at the younger boy in shock. The lady began to look sheepish and dragged her son out of the library. And without saying anything, I handed the unopened ice cream the kid left behind in their haste to leave, to my favorite “little helper.”)

    Not Giving The Staff Enough Credit

    | IL, USA | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior, Money

    (I work at a clothing store, we have a pinpad where customers can swipe their cards but we have to swipe the card at the register. And we have to ask if it’s credit or debit, and if it’s credit we need to ask to see the customer’s ID.)

    Me: “Is that credit or debit?”

    Customer: *says as if I don’t understand English* “This is a… credit… card. It’s American Express.”

    Are You Sitting Uncomfortably?

    | NY, USA | Bad Behavior, Crazy Requests, Extra Stupid, Movies & TV

    (Our theater has electric recliner-style chairs. They’re very nice, but they are often broken by guests who mistreat them, and so we’re constantly having to fix them. I’m returning from my lunch break, when I see an elderly couple confronting a petite, teenaged coworker of mine. Despite being in their 70s, the husband is HUGE and looks like he could easily overpower everyone there.)

    Wife: “My husband is usually a peaceful man! But you’ve pushed him, and now he needs closure and needs you to pay!”

    Husband: *fuming* “I’m gonna have someone’s head!”

    Coworker: “I’m sorry… What is the issue?”

    Wife: “You know what it is!”

    Coworker: “I apologize, ma’am. Let me call a manag—”

    Wife: *interrupting* “YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID!”

    (I rush over and get a manager, who approaches them. I hear the husband and wife screaming on and off for the next five minutes, before they leave, making sure to announce loudly they’re “never” coming back to this theater, and telling every… single… person they can that we’re “cruel” and “worthless” thieves.)

    Manager: *walking up to me* “Well… that was interesting…”

    Me: “What was going on?”

    Manager: “Someone must have broken one of the seats in the screening before those customers, because his seat was stuck permanently reclined, and it hurt his back trying to lay down in it.”

    Me: “Oh, were there no other seats that he could switch to? Why didn’t they just have someone come in to fix the chair?”

    Manager: “That’s the thing. I just checked, and they were the ONLY ones there. There was literally about 100 empty seats around them… He just decided that he wouldn’t switch seats, and then got mad because the one seat he picked happened to be the one broken one.”

    Me: “And that’s our fault, somehow?”

    Manager: “Sadly, that’s not even in the top-five of dumbest thing we’ve been blamed for by angry guests this week…”

    Can’t Let Your Hair Down With Some Customers

    | OH, USA | Bad Behavior, Health & Body

    (I grow out my hair for cancer and everyone I know from work has only ever seen me with long hair as I was still growing it. I finally got it cut again and was working down at lumber where we get a lot of contractors that come in often and who I have gotten to know really well.)

    Contractor #1: “Oh! [My Name], what did you do with your beautiful long red hair! It is so short now!”

    Me: “I cut it for Locks of Love. I have been doing it for years, though I never cut it this short before. I like it; it takes so much less time to take care of.” *laughing* “But don’t worry, it will grow back out soon.”

    Contractor #1: *very serious look on his face* “I certainly hope so! How will you ever get a guy when you look like a [offensive term for lesbian]? You ruined yourself. You just look so bad with short hair. No guy will try to date you now!”

    Me: *I am completely taken aback and speechless as he grabs his stuff and leaves*

    (Behind him is another contractor I know very well.)

    Contractor #2: “I don’t know much about hair, but I for one think you look great with short hair and I think you did a wonderful thing donating it a child with cancer. Promise you won’t let some jack-a** make you feel bad about what a fantastic thing you did for someone in need!”

    Me: “I promise and thank you.”

    (We fist bumped and I had to keep thanking him as he left the store.)

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