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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 Height Of (Mt.) Misogyny

    | Manchester, UK | Bigotry, Top

    (I am a woman working at a shop that specializes in mountain climbing equipment. I happen to be very experienced when it comes to trekking, so often colleagues ask me to help people who are planning a mountain trek. My coworker is bringing a male customer over to me for trek-planning help.)

    Coworker: “And here’s [my name] now. She’s our expert when it comes mountain treks!”

    Male Customer: “Don’t be stupid.”

    Me: “Pardon?”

    Male Customer: “Girls don’t climb mountains.”

    Me: *laughs* “This girl does! Where are you hoping to climb?”

    Male Customer: “Well, I’m climbing the highest peak in the Atlas region.”

    Me: “Oh, Jebel Toubkal? Excellent, I did that last year. What time of year are you planning to go?”

    Male Customer: “I don’t believe you.”

    Me: “Pardon?”

    Male Customer: “Can you just bring back the man I spoke to first? I’m sure he’ll know more about it than you.”

    Me: “You think my male colleague, who specializes in camping, low-level trekking and biking, will be more equipped to help you than me, a woman who climbed the exact mountain you’re planning to climb?”

    Male Customer: “Yes.”

    (I fetch my coworker, who is forced to continue checking with me to see if what he is selling is okay. The worst part: my staff identification picture is of me at the summit of Jebel Toubkal!)

    Exes Can Drive You Crazy

    | Nampa, ID, USA | Bigotry

    (Note: I am a female employee at an auto parts store. A woman walks in.)

    Me: “How can I help you?”

    Woman: “I need a tail light bulb for my Chrysler. Oh, and could you come out and show my ex-husband how to take the old one out? I’d love for you to show him up!”

    (I go outside and help him switch out his taillight. As I’m walking back into the store, I hear him say…)

    Man: *to ex-wife* “You had to pick the only girl in the store to help us, didn’t you?!”

    Some Are Born Deaf To Manners

    | Arkansas, USA | Bigotry, Food & Drink, Top

    (We employ a deaf, hard-working lady at our restaurant.)

    Customer: *agitated* “Excuse me, are you the manager?”

    Me: “Yes, sir, how can I help you?”

    Customer: “That employee over there ignored me. I asked for help, even yelled, and she just walked right by. She is rude!”

    Me: “Sir, she is deaf.”

    Customer: “That doesn’t matter! Your employees must answer when I call!”

    Me: “Sir, she is deaf. She can’t hear you at all. Even if you got her attention, she wouldn’t respond unless you use sign language or let her read your lips.”

    Customer: “Well, then why does she work here?”

    Me: “Because she is a hard worker and does her job well.”

    Customer: “Well, you shouldn’t hire rude people!”

    Me: *shaking my head*

    Now Accepting Immigrants From Femmerica

    | Marion, IA, USA | Bigotry, Top

    (I’m sweeping when an older gentleman comes up. Note that I’m female.)

    Customer: “It’s good to see you doing that.”

    Me: “Oh…um…thank you.”

    Customer: “So many of you young ladies these days are d*** fem’nists.”

    Me: “Actually, sir, I am a feminist. It’s just a little dirty, so I need to clean up.”

    Customer: “You d*** fem’nists! Taking jobs from real ‘Mericans who need jobs.”

    Me: “Sir, I was born in this country. I’m a third-generation American. Being a feminist makes me no less American than you. I just support women’s rights.”

    Customer: “That ain’t ‘Merican! Women ain’t ‘Merican!”

    Me: *speechless*

    Paint Me A Misogynist

    | Mesa, AZ, USA | Bigotry, Top

    (I work in the hardware department of a large retail store. Part of my duties entail mixing paint. A customer approaches my male coworker, who doesn’t know how to use the paint machine. He points the customer in my direction and the following conversation ensues.)

    Customer: “What? Her? But she’s a woman!”

    Me: “I can help you, sir. Don’t worry. I have lots of experience in tinting paint.”

    Customer: “Are you sure? Who taught you how to do that? How on Earth did you get this job?”

    (The paint machine requires that we use a specific base for each color depending on the amount of tint that needs to be used. I need light base, but the customer hands me a can of medium base. I go to replace it.)

    Customer: “What are you doing? I gave you medium base. It’s a medium color. I don’t think you know what you’re doing.”

    Me: “I assure you, I do. The process is all computerized. I need a light base.”

    Customer: “I want to see your manager. You can’t do this right.”

    Me: “Trust me, just let me mix the paint before I get him. He’s likely busy.”

    (I proceed to mix the paint. It turns out perfectly.)

    Customer: *slinks off, defeated*

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