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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.

    Diolch yn fawr Very Much

    | Porthmadog, Wales, UK | Awesome Workers, Bigotry, Language & Words, Top

    (I am a customer in a store, queuing at a till being worked at by my friend. I always try to be polite, and if I see a customer has more groceries than me, or looks busier than me, or is elderly, I always offer them to take the place ahead of me when it’s my turn next at the checkout. I live in a Welsh-speaking area so normally ask in Welsh first, then repeat in English if the other person does not understand.)

    Me: *in Welsh* “Hello, sir. Would you like to go next to the till? I don’t mind waiting.”

    Elderly gentleman: *in English* “DID YOU JUST SWEAR AT ME?”

    Me: *in English* “Not at all, I was simply trying t—”

    Elderly gentleman: “I can’t stand you young Welsh people. You think that because you have your own private little language that you can just swear and joke about us tourists. I’ll tell you what, missy, I bet you don’t have a job, you’re probably on benefits. The only people who have jobs around here are here to support tourists like me, who come here out of the kindness of our hearts to inject some money into your miserable, pathetic little local economy. I’ll not have it! I deserve better!”

    (Hearing this, my friend and coworker speaks up in my defense.)

    Coworker: “Actually, sir, she was just asking if you’d like to go next in the queue. Because this isn’t the regular tourist season, she was asking in Welsh. And for your information, she is also English. She’s been learning since she got here to Wales as she thinks it is important to preserve the local heritage. Now, will you take advantage of this girl’s generous offer to go first and let everyone else get on with their day, or will I call a manager and ask you to leave the store owing to your somewhat racist behaviour?”

    (The customer goes red, and slides in front of me in the queue. My coworker would not finish his transaction until she had taught him to say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ in Welsh.)

    Getting Them Back Is True Therapy

    | Louisville, KY, USA | Bigotry, Health & Body, Top

    (I’m a barista at a coffee shop. We’re pretty busy, but two older female customers are talking loudly enough to be heard by the whole shop.)

    Woman #1: “Well, at least your daughter hasn’t forgotten that she is a woman.”

    Woman #2: “Oh, I know. It’s such a shame when a girl forgets her feminine side.”

    (At this point, Woman #2 sees a bald teenager on the other side of the shop and gestures towards her.)

    Woman #2: “Like her. She’d be so pretty with hair!”

    (Hearing this, the bald girl stands up, completely calm, and walks over to the two women. The entire shop falls silent.)

    Bald girl: *holds out her hand* “Hi, my name is [name] and I’m going through chemotherapy.”

    (Both women go scarlet and run out of the shop. The girl got an ovation and a free drink.)

    Doesn’t Understand The Native Part

    | New York, NY, USA | Bigotry, Top

    (My boyfriend, our best friend, and I have recently started a bakery business together. The boys are the bakers, while I work the register. It’s late in the afternoon and we are just about to close. The boys are sweeping the floors and other stuff. I am Mohawk Native American, but people often think I am Hispanic because of my darker skin. A customer walks in.)

    Me: “Good evening, How can I help you?”

    Customer: “Ah, no. Him.” *points at my friend*

    My Friend: “Oh, sorry I am cleaning up. [my name] will help you with your order.”

    Customer: “No, it’s fine. How about him?” *points at my boyfriend, who is at the back doing the accounts*

    Me: “He is not available either. I would be glad to help you.”

    Customer: *sighs* “Alright. I have an order for a dozen eclairs, but can he give them to me?” *points again at my boyfriend*

    Me: *confused* “Why?”

    Customer: “Well, you’re Mexican, right? I just don’t want immigrants touching my food. You understand, right?”

    (I just stare with shock.)

    My Friend: “Lady, first of all she is Native American. Second, we do not tolerate racism here, so would you be so kind to leave our shop?”

    Customer: “And you call yourself American! Defending some painted savage b****! I bet she puts peyote in the food to lure good Christian Americans into being voodoo savages!” *storms out and slams the door*

    Love Is Not Easily Provoked

    | Westchester, NY, USA | Bigotry, Family & Kids, Top

    (I’m gay. My boyfriend has come in to pick me up after work.)

    My Boyfriend: “Hey baby, ready to go?”

    Mother: “How dare you flaunt that in front of my child! Who do you think you are? How dare you!”

    Her Daughter: “But mommy! They’re in love!”

    She Has A Real Problem

    | FL, USA | Bigotry, Top, Wild & Unruly

    (I am at my regular grocery store at the checkout. The bagger is a sweet man with a mental disability, who is carefully bagging my items.)

    Bagger: “You want this one?”

    (He holds up one of my canvas bags, which I see has a hole in it.)

    Me: “No, use another. Thanks.”

    Woman behind me: “God! Hurry it up!”

    Me: “I just finished paying. He’s fine.”

    Woman behind me: “Oh, so you’re slow like him too? God all you special people need to stop interfering with normal people.”

    Bagger: *looks offended* “Ma’am, she’s not not-smart. She goes to [University].” *points to my university logo on my sweatpants* “She’s real smart.”

    Me: “And he’s the best bagger here! He’s very careful, ma’am, which is a good thing with groceries.”

    (My bags are done. Since he knows I walk back to my dorm, the bagger just hands them to me and helps me shoulder them.)

    Woman behind me: “God, he won’t even help you take them to your car? What a delinquent. I want to see a manager about this!”

    Me: “I walk, lady. You want to call a manager over something I have intentionally asked him to do many times?”

    Bagger: *to me* “Have a nice day!”

    Woman behind me: “Retard.”

    (The cashier, who hasn’t said a word through the whole thing, looks at the woman calmly.)

    Cashier: “Refusal of service for massive discrimination towards a valued employee, as well as a regular customer. You may leave your items here; we’ll shelve them later. Please leave.”

    (She instead decides to cause a massive disturbance, eventually breaking a shelf, and needing to be physically restrained while the bagger leads me and another customer behind the cigarette counter for our safety. We have to wait for a cop to come.)

    Bagger: “Still… coming next week?” *he looks worried*

    Me: “Yep.”

    (His smile made me really happy for the rest of the day.)


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