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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.

    Equality Is Worth Fighting For

    | USA | Bigotry

    (One of my supervisors is an attractive, rather petite girl and fragile-looking, but at heart she’s a big tomboy and much stronger than she looks. She comes into to work one day with her hand bandaged and splinted, and it’s pretty obvious she did it herself. I’m helping a customer in her 40s with art supplies, which is not my area of expertise.)

    Customer: *pointing at my supervisor* “What happened to her hand?”

    Me: “I don’t know, ma’am. She just started her shift so I haven’t had time to ask her. Is there anything else I can help you find?”

    Customer: “Do you think her boyfriend did that to her?”

    Me: “No.”

    Customer: *to my supervisor* “Oh, honey! What happened to your hand?!”

    Supervisor: “Oh, it’s nothing serious. I’ll be fine.”

    Customer: “Did your boyfriend do that?”

    Supervisor: “No.”

    Customer: “How’d it happen?”

    Supervisor: *awkward smile* “Umm…well, the short version is a guy hit me in a bar, and I hit him back…but I didn’t brace my wrist correctly.”

    Me: “Oh, man, OW! You got a boxer’s fracture?”

    Supervisor: “Yeah. I’ll be fine, though. The worst part was having to play piano with this splinted this morning.”

    Customer: *horrified* “You didn’t let your boyfriend defend you?!”

    Supervisor: *frowning* “I’m not seeing anyone, and even if I was, I was closer.”

    Customer: “But you’re a girl!”

    Supervisor: *trying to change the subject* “Ma’am, have you found all the art supplies you need today?”

    Customer: “REAL GIRLS LET MEN DEFEND THEM!”

    Bigotry Gets Served

    , | Boca Raton, FL, USA | Awesome Customers, Bigotry, Food & Drink, Top

    (I’m a customer standing in line behind another customer at a Mexican fast-food restaurant.)

    Cashier: “How can I help you today?”

    Customer: “Excuse me, but you gay?”

    Cashier: “Um…I mean…yeah, but I don’t see what that—”

    Customer: *menacing* “I’m gonna need you to leave this here store, so a good Christian can take my order. Got that?!”

    (The manager has overheard all this and walks over.)

    Manager: “I’m sorry, sir, but you’re going to have to leave.”

    Customer: “Are you discriminating on me ’cause I’m a Christian?”

    Manager: “No, sir, I am not. I am also a Christian.”

    Customer: “And you, a claimed Christian, hired this sodomite?”

    Manager: “I hired this man because he does his job extremely well and is a good employee.”

    Customer: “But he’s a sodomite!”

    Manager: “You need to leave, now.”

    Customer: “I ain’t leavin ’til I get my here IMMIGRANT food from a good Christian!”

    (Fed up, hungry, and in a rush, I speak up.)

    Me: “If you’ll excuse me, sir, I’m in too much of a rush to deal with your bulls***. Since you’re being kicked out, I’m going to give my order to the nice cashier over here. You can also go ahead and get something for yourself on my tab, because no one should have to put up with you!”

    (The four other customers behind me clapped, while the customer screamed, “YOU’RE ALL HEATHENS!” and ran out like he was being chased by Satan. On top of that, I got my order on the house!)

    The Costumer Is Always Right

    | California, USA | Bigotry, Bizarre, Religion

    (It’s a few days before Halloween, and I’m a customer waiting for my sister to pick out a Halloween costume at a popular party store. An elderly customer approaches me. Note: I am a goth, but also a Christian.)

    Customer: “Do you know where the boy’s birthday decorations are?”

    Me: “I’m sorry, I don’t work here. I wouldn’t know.”

    Customer: “But you’re with the store. You’re in a costume.”

    (I look around at the other employees, all of which are wearing bright green vests, name tags, and silly hats. Then, I realize she is referring to my black jacket and large black boots.)

    Me: “I’m sorry, I really don’t work here. These are my normal clothes. I’m a goth; I’m not in costume.”

    Customer: *visibly afraid* “Don’t put a curse on me! I know your type! You do that voodoo, and you hate Jesus!” *runs out of the store*

    Me: *speechless*

    Hung Up On Gender

    | Elk Grove, CA, USA | Bigotry, Top

    (I am one of the several female employees that work at my video game store. On this particular day, all the employees at work are female.)

    Coworker #1: “Thank you for calling [game store]. This is [name]. How can I help you?”

    (After a few seconds, my coworker hangs up the phone. I don’t think too much of it until the next phone call a few minutes later.)

    Coworker #1: “Thank you for calling [game store]—”

    (Again, my coworker hangs up.)

    Me: “Why’d you hang up? Wrong number?”

    Coworker #1: “No, I can hear the click when they hung up. They’ve been calling all day and hanging up without asking anything. You try next time.”

    (As expected, the phone rings again and I answer.)

    Me: “Thank you for calling [game store]—” *to my coworker* “Ah, they hung up!”

    (This goes on for the rest of the day until later that night when I’m working with another female coworker. The phone rings, and she answers.)

    Coworker #2:: “Thank you for calling [game store]. This is [name]. How can I help you?” *turns to me* “Huh, that’s odd. I think they hung up on me.”

    Me: “Oh, yeah…that’s been happening all day. I wonder why…”

    (After deliberating for awhile, we guess that the callers have been hanging up because we’re girls, and they want to talk to a male employee. I decide to test our theory the next time the phone rings.)

    Me: *in a deep voice* “Thank you for calling [game store]. How may I help you?”

    Make Caller: “Yeah, I was wondering if you had a game in stock.”

    Me: “Okay, what game are you…”*unable to maintain my deep voice, I squeak the next words in my normal pitch* “…looking for?”

    Male Caller: *instantly hangs up*

    (Later that evening, one of our male coworkers comes in to purchase a game. Upon witnessing one of the phone calls, he asks what is going on and we explain it to him. The next time the phone rings, he answers the phone.)

    Male Coworker: “Thank you for calling [game store]. How can I help you?”

    (The caller tells my coworker what game he needs, but my coworker explains he can’t help him since he’s not on the clock. My male coworker hands the phone back to me.)

    Me: *to the caller* “Okay, so you were looking for [game] and—” *to my male coworker* “He hung up again.”

    Male Coworker: *laughing* “Seriously?! From what you’ve told me, he’s been calling to ask about one game for eight hours and he can’t stay on the line long enough to listen to you because you’re a girl!”

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    Don’t Mess With The Lez

    | Boston, MA, USA | Bigotry, Top

    (I have a small nose stud. As I’m taking an old man’s tickets, he reaches out and pokes my nose ring.)

    Customer: *in a rude, judgmental tone* “So, what’s this for?”

    Me: “It’s a signal to the other lesbians.”

    Customer: *makes a horrified face and scurries away*


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