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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.

    The Gay Card Is Double Sided

    | San Diego, CA, USA | Bad Behavior, Bigotry

    (I’m a volunteer at a small convention. Instead of badges, attendees are given blue wristbands. My job is to check for wristbands as people enter the convention. I don’t want to stop the guests, so I just look at their wrists as they pass and only stop them if I can’t see the wristband. Two young women come in holding hands. As usual, I look to see if they have wristbands as they pass.)

    Woman #1: “Excuse me? Didn’t your mother tell you that it’s rude to stare?”

    Me: “What?”

    Woman #2: “So we’re holding hands, big deal! We’re not going to hide our love just to accommodate bigots like you.”

    Me: “I was just checking to see if you have wristbands. Which you do, and now you’re blocking the door, so can you please move?”

    (They both turn pink and hurry away.)

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    The Race Card Is Double Sided

    Picture Perfect Racism

    | Thunder Bay, ON, Canada | Bad Behavior, Bigotry

    (To generate more sales, we offer the customers a deal where, if they purchase $50 worth of extra sheets, they can purchase a full session CD for $89.99, which is regularly $250. The customer I am working with is First Nations, as I live in a community with a large Native population.)

    Me: “So with this coupon, if you spend over $50 in extra merchandise, you can upgrade your CD for $89.99 if you’d like!”

    Customer: “Not interested.”

    Me: “Okay, not a problem. We’ll continue looking through your photos.”

    (This goes on for some time while the customer’s two children, aged four and six, run around the studio lobby screaming and knocking things over. The customer finally puts the four-year-old girl in the uncomfortable looking mall stroller, where she promptly begins to scream in my ear. I continue with the sale.)

    Me: “In this shot I felt like the kids were very posed, it has nice smiles from both of them though.”

    Customer: “It’s ugh… Ugh! They’re all ugly! Why didn’t you take pictures of my kids like that! *gestures to stock photos on the wall of a little girl dancing around*

    Me: “Generally the sessions that these types of pictures come from are sessions that start in the morning and last all day with corporate level photographers.”

    Customer: “Whatever…”

    (The little girl next to me is still screaming as her brother is banging away on the other computer’s keyboard. I pause so that the mother could intervene with the noise and turn slightly towards the girl to indicate why I’ve stopped. As I turn I see that the girl has raised her skirt, showing clearly soiled underwear that are the cause of her distress.)

    Customer: “Hey! Don’t you f****** look at her! You f****** pervert!”

    Me: “Sorry. I thought you might want to calm her down.”

    Customer: “She’s my f****** daughter; I’ll do what I want! Don’t tell me how to raise my f****** kids, you white devil b****!”

    Me: “I wasn’t trying to say—”

    Customer: “I’M the customer. You pay attention to ME! GOT IT?!”

    (Gritting my teeth, I continue with the sale. When she starts to order sheets, I realize she’s going to be buying almost $50 worth.)

    Me: “If you buy one more sheet you’re over the $50 mark and you qualify for our CD deal! $89.99 for the full session, a savings of $170!”

    Customer: “I’m. Not. Interested.”

    Me: “Okay, I just wanted to make sure you didn’t want to take advantage of this awesome deal.”

    Customer: “Seriously! Give it up! You just want more of my f****** money! You think I’m stupid, b****? ‘Cause I’m not!” *mumbles under her breath* “Stupid f****** white girl.”

    (Finally the sale is coming to a close, and as I go to get up and go to the till, the customer stands up, and turns around.)

    Customer: “So, I get all those images on the CD for free, right? Because I bought more than $50 with that coupon?”

    Me: “No. I said you could get them for $89.99, which you refused three three times.”

    Customer: “LIAR! You f****** lying white racist b****! You just don’t want to give me the free stuff because I’m Native! RACIST! RACIST!” *pointing at me as she yells*

    (All the commotion has attracted the attention of the photographer in the back room, who comes out to see what the matter is.)

    Photographer: “What’s going—”

    Customer: “This f****** white girl is trying to rip me off because she’s racist!”

    Photographer: *looks at me and then back at the customer* “I somehow doubt that, but let me see if I can find you a better deal.” *gets out paper, pencil and a calculator*

    (After a few minutes the photographer concedes defeat.)

    Photographer: “The deal you’re being offered is the best deal we can offer you, so unless you want to take that deal, you won’t be getting the full CD.”

    Customer: “You’re a f****** racist, too! You’re all f****** RACISTS!”

    Photographer: “You do realize that by assuming she’s racist because she’s white, and calling her various names pertaining to the colour of her skin, YOU are in fact being the racist?”

    Customer: “Nice try! Only white people can be racist! Like the two of you!”

    Photographer: “… I’m just going to let you know that my father is African Canadian, so by all accounts, I’m not ‘white.’ That’s just the colour my skin leads more towards.”

    Customer: “Oh, um… I didn’t…”

    (Wordlessly I walk up to the till so that the customer can pay for her photos before she leaves.)

    Me: “Okay, have a nice day!”

    Customer: “F*** you, you racist s***! Just because she’s black doesn’t mean you can treat me like s***!”

    (The customer finally leaves. When she returned to pick up her photos she acted like nothing happened. Three years later, we still tell the story about her and her crazy attitude when we all need a laugh.)

    Don’t Kick A Pink Gift Horse In The Mouth

    | UK | Bad Behavior, Bigotry, Family & Kids

    (It’s nearly closing time, when a mother comes in with her son, who looks to be about two or three.)

    Boy: “I want a dolly! Look mummy!” *takes doll off shelf*

    Mother: “No, that’s for girls. Let’s go look at the Lego.”

    Boy: *points at box of pink Lego* “This one, mummy! Please!”

    Mother: “You can’t have pink, that’s a girl’s colour.”

    Boy: “I get horsey?” *points at pink toy horse*

    Me: “I love horseys. That seems like a great idea. It’s always lovely to see a handsome young man like you who likes pink horseys. Is that okay with you, Ma’am?”

    Mother: “You’re trying to turn my son gay!”

    Me: “I can assure you that I am not attempting anything like that.”

    (I walk away to allow the mother to pick out a ‘suitable’ toy for her son. They walk up to the cash desk with a toy car set, but the boy is crying.)

    Me: “That’ll be £23, please.”

    Boy: “Want horsey!”

    Me: “Since you’re such a cutie, how about a free horsey?”

    (I took a cheap pink horse from a shelf and handed it to him.)

    Didn’t Have The Backbone To Say It

    | Sweden | Bad Behavior, Bigotry, Hotels & Lodging, Language & Words

    (I work in the front desk at a hotel. I have a small handicap which makes my back look a little wavy, but it’s no obstacle in normal life. We have more reservations than we have rooms. There are several concerts in the city, and all hotels located within 10 miles from the city are fully booked. When this happens, the hotel is responsible to find rooms in the same or better category on other hotels. I have managed to book the last available room at our neighbor hotel. It’s starting to get very late, and I have only one check-in left, a couple from Italy. At 10:30 pm they arrive.)

    Me: “Welcome to [Hotel]. Did you have a pleasant flight?”

    (The couple looks angry towards me before the wife answers.)

    Wife: *in very bad English* “I want my room now, and my luggage should be carried up!”

    Me: “I am very sorry to say that we are fully booked today, but I have some very good news for you. I have managed to find a room for you on the hotel right across the street!”

    (The couple looks at each other and they both start yelling at me in Italian. I am Scandinavian, so I only know English and Swedish, but I can sense that the words are not well meant and nice words.)

    Me: “I’m so sorry.  I don’t speak Italian, but I will gladly help you to move the luggage to the neighbor hotel.”

    (The couple don’t give a d*** about what I’m trying to tell them. So, I just smile and pretend like everything is normal. My shift ends at 11 pm and the guests have now been standing in the front desk for almost ten minutes with constant yelling and screaming. Suddenly I feel a hand touching my shoulder from behind. It’s the night shift clerk who has arrived, and he wants to tell me something in the back office.)

    Night Shift Clerk: “Do you know what they are telling you?”

    Me: “No, but I have a strange feeling that it is not kind words.”

    Night Shift Clerk: “Let me take care of this.”

    (He enters the front desk.)

    Night Shift Clerk: “I’m very sorry about my colleague. He has done everything in his power to help you. Let me make one thing clear…”

    (The Italian couple stops screaming for a second, and looks at my colleague.)

    Night Shift Clerk: *in fluent Italian* “I forgot to mention that I speak fluent Italian. I have been in the back office the entire time, and I’ve been listening to every word you said to my colleague. It may be true that the customer is always right, but when you call someone a crooked dwarf, just because they look different, you don’t deserve any kind of good treatment. Earlier my colleague tried to tell you that we had managed to book the biggest suite at the neighbor hotel for a total cost of $5000, and you would have gotten it for free. At our hotel you have booked a standard room for $100. So, I’m very happy to say that you are going to sleep in the streets tonight. I just called the other hotel and cancelled the room. You have two minutes to get out of here before I call the police. You won’t be able to find room anywhere tonight. All the hotels are fully booked. Have a nice life!”

    (The couple stand quiet in shock, and looked at my colleague with embarrassment. I later came out and escorted them to the streets. Later I heard that they tried to contact the hotel manager, but he only confirmed what we said and told them to get off our property!)

    Taking The Man Out Of Spiderman

    | Canada | Bad Behavior, Bigotry, Health & Body, Pets & Animals

    (I work as a receptionist for my dad’s chiropractic office. Most of the patients are lovely, but we do have some odd ones. One patient in particular is a little bit sexist, but because he’s never intends to be outright rude, I just try to ignore his somewhat sexist comments. Today when he comes in he tries to play a little joke on me.)

    Patient: *comes up to the desk and starts pointing at a random spot on it* “There’s a spider! Get it! Get it!”

    (I casually look around, as I have had spiders sneak their way to my desk before, but I don’t see anything.)

    Me: “Where is it? I don’t see it.”

    Patient: *gives a bit of an odd look* “Right there! Get it!”

    Me: *look again but still doesn’t see anything* “I still don’t see it. I guess it got away.” *shrugs*

    Patient: *gives me another weird look* “Why aren’t you freaking out?”

    Me: “Spiders don’t really bug me.”

    Patient: “Oh… should I have said it was a snake?”

    Me: “They don’t bug me either. I actually like snakes.”

    Patient: *looks baffled* “What kind of woman are you?!”


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