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    Category: Bigotry

    This category is dedicated to the bottom rung of humanity at its worst — racists, homophobes, and other bigots — and, occasionally, employees at their finest.

    Not Impressed With Man Meat

    | Orlando, FL, USA | Bigotry, Crazy Requests, Food & Drink

    (I work at the deli counter of my store. I am slicing meat for a customer who appears very grumpy. She watches me slice, bag, label, and hand her the meat.)

    Customer: “No! This meat is all WRONG!”

    Me: “Sorry?”

    Customer: “You sliced it too thick!”

    Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I did ask you if that thickness was okay, and you said yes.”

    Customer: “Then you held it funny! I couldn’t see it right! I’m not buying this s***!”

    Me: “Would you like me to get the manager?”

    Customer: “No, he’s probably an incompetent scumbag like you!”

    Me: “She might be able to help make sure you are satisfied, ma’am.”

    (The customer perks up immediately and looks at me with a predatory sneer.)

    Customer: “Oh really? Your manager is a woman?”

    Me: “Yes.”

    Customer: “Then call her over here so I can explain how you f***** up my meat!”

    (Sighing, I pick up the intercom phone and call the manager over.)

    Customer: “That just makes you furious, doesn’t it? Taking orders from a woman?”

    Me: “Excuse me?”

    Customer: “You think you’re better than us, but you have to do what she says or she can fire you!”

    Me: “Uh, not really. I’ve had plenty of female supervisors.”

    Customer: “And that just burns you up inside, DOESN’T IT?!”

    Me: “Why would you assume that?”

    Customer: “BECAUSE YOU’RE A MAN!”

    Bursting The American Bubble

    | Knoxville, TN, USA | Bigotry, Geography, Language & Words

    (There are two customers in line: the first customer is in her 20s, and the second customer is a middle-aged man. The first customer hands me her credit card.)

    Me: “Ma’am, I need to see your ID.”

    Customer #1: “Oh? Is that something new?”

    Me: “Yeah, sorry for the inconvenience!”

    Customer #1: “Oh, no! It’s totally fine. My driver’s license expired while I was in Reykjavik, though. I just got back; see. Will you take my passport?”

    Me: “Oh, of course!”

    (Customer #2 stomps up to us as Customer #1 is looking for it.)

    Customer #2: “You mean to tell me that I’m having to stand in line and wait behind a foreigner? I’m an American! I demand you help me before helping her!”

    (Customer #1 rolls her eyes and shows me her passport.)

    Customer #1: “Will this work?”

    Me: “Yeah, that’s fine.”

    Customer #2: “No! Don’t help her! What country are you from, b****? Russia? Don’t help her! It’s people like her that are ruining this country!”

    Customer #1: “Sir, I am an American. And even if I wasn’t, how dare you speak to me and this cashier in such a manner?”

    Customer #2: “Liar! An American wouldn’t have a passport!”

    Me: “Sir, if you’d looked at her passport, you’d see that it says USA all over it.”

    Customer #2: *looks at Customer #1′s passport* “But… but that can’t be! She wouldn’t use a passport if she’s a native American!”

    Me: “Right. She’s really from Italy; she just likes to draw random eagles all over her passport. Now where are you from, sir? I’m sure this lady would like to know, so she can be sure never to visit.”

    (Customer #2 leaves in a huff, threatening to call the manager and corporate.)

    Customer #1: *sighs* “Is your manager here?”

    Me: “Oh, yeah. Do you need to talk to him?”

    Customer #1: “Please.”

    (I get the manager, and he and Customer #1 have a conversation. I go back to work. The manager comes back a few minutes later and drops a $20 in the tip jar.)

    Me: “What is that?”

    Manager: “From the customer I was talking to. She said she wanted to be sure you didn’t get in trouble for standing up for her and thought you deserved a tip.”

    The First And True Language Of America

    | Santa Fe, NM, USA | Bigotry, History, Language & Words, Top

    (I’m waiting in line behind a woman speaking on her cellphone in another language. Ahead of her is a white man. After the woman hangs up, he speaks up.)

    Man: “I didn’t want to say anything while you were on the phone, but you’re in America now. You need to speak English.”

    Woman: “Excuse me?”

    Man: *very slow* “If you want to speak Mexican, go back to Mexico. In America, we speak English.”

    Woman: “Sir, I was speaking Navajo. If you want to speak English, go back to England.”

    Piercing Judgments, Part 2

    | New York, NY, USA | Bigotry, Crazy Requests, Love/Romance, Top

    (I am a waiter in a high-class restaurant. In my section is a cute couple, and from the looks and blushing, it appears they’re on their first date. Both have several visible piercings, and from what I can see on the young woman, they both have tattoos. They’re talking quietly to each other, not disturbing anyone. I’m called over to a nearby table with a dining couple in their mid-forties.)

    Me: “Yes, ma’am, how may I help you?”

    Diner: *loudly* “I want that disrespectful couple out!”

    (The diner points to the other couple. Both look up.)

    Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am. What seems to be the problem?”

    Diner: “Look at them! They’re disgusting! That woman shouldn’t be seen in public!”

    (I see the young woman’s head go down.)

    Diner: “And that man should be ashamed! They’re ruining the entire atmosphere!”

    (Now both of the couple are looking at their plates. I can barely hear the young woman mumble to her date.)

    Young Woman: “Maybe we should go…”

    (Both start to stand. I motion for them to sit. I turn back to the loud diner.)

    Me: “Ma’am, I am going to have to ask you and your husband to leave.”

    Diner: *scoffs* “What for?!”

    Me: “For disturbing the peace, and ‘ruining the atmosphere.’ I will escort you to the door.”

    Diner: “You can’t do that!”

    Me: “Alright, I’ll go get my manager and have him escort you out.”

    (Sure enough, my manager agrees with me and makes the older couple leave.)

    Woman: “You’ve just lost your best customers, you heathen!”

    (The young couple thank me, and they get 10% off their check for their troubles. They come back every couple of months, requesting me. The last time they come in, there is a decent sized rock on the young woman’s finger.)

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    You’d Bella Believe It, Part 2

    | Bozeman, MT, USA | Bigotry, Books & Reading

    (A guest has been making snide comments about everything from the biscuits and gravy at breakfast to the TV channel that was on in the breakfast room. He has also been calling me (a 31-year-old woman) ‘sweetie,’ ‘honey’ and ‘darling’ mockingly for about 20 minutes. He sees my Kindle out on the desk and, of course, has to comment.)

    Guest: “So honey, what are you reading? Twilight?” *laughs*

    Me: *putting so much sugar in my voice I want to gag* “No, actually it’s a book by a nationally known but still local author called Monster Of God. It examines the cultural, ecological and economic impacts of alpha predators in areas that allow them to come in to contact and conflict with humans.” *sweet smile*

    Guest: “Oh… okay. Have a nice day.”

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