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    Category: Rude & Risque

    For those who like their humor a bit more PG-13, this section is littered with customers who are not afraid to walk on the more brazen side, or act downright gross-out disgusting. Be warned though that toilet humor sometimes literally takes place in the toilet.

    More Pressing Issues

    | Fayetteville, AR, USA | Rude & Risque

    (I am a female employee at a sporting goods store. A elderly male with a noticeable limp comes in.)

    Me: “Hello, can I help you find anything?”

    Customer: “Yes. I need something for support.”

    Me: “Oh, yes, we keep all of the supporters on this wall.”

    (I indicate the various supporters: knees, shins, etc. He begins to look at the different kinds, before picking up a simple knee strap that is basically a thin velcro band. He opens and examines it.)

    Customer: “So this just straps around?”

    Me: “Yes, sir. It’s got velcro on the back so you can adjust the size and fasten it.”

    (There is a long pause as he looks like he’s trying to figure out how it works.)

    Customer: “So, how does this protect the testicles?”

    (I promptly direct him towards the cups and find a male employee to help him.)

    Homophones Are Never As Satisfying

    | Toronto, Canada | Books & Reading, Rude & Risque

    Customer: “Excuse me, do you have any copies of Sexadon?”

    Me: “Do you mean Sex At Dawn? It’s a bestseller.”

    Customer: “No, I’m pretty sure the one I want is titled Sexadon. You know, like the dinosaur of sex?”

    (For the heck of it, I double-check our inventory, the Books In Print index, and all the Amazons. There is no book called Sexadon.)

    Customer: *disappointed* “Man, I really thought that was the title.”

    (In the end, he bought Sex At Dawn, but clearly wasn’t happy about it!)

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    Not A Measure Of Intelligence

    | New Hampshire, USA | Rude & Risque

    (I am helping a customer load some insulation. We were unsure if it would fit. This occurs after it did, in fact, fit.)

    Customer: “The insulation fit by like that much huh?”

    (The customer holds out hands gesturing about a foot in length.)

    Me: “Yeah, I guess so!”

    Customer: “Wanna know how I knew it would fit?”

    Me: “How?”

    Customer: “Because that’s the size of my c–”

    Me: “OKAY! Have a good day!”

    The Genie Ate The Punchline

    | Christchurch, New Zealand | Rude & Risque

    (I am ringing up a customer and he is ready to pay by credit card. I hold my hand out to swipe his card for him, but he refuses.)

    Customer: “Oh, no, let me swipe it!”

    Me: “Okay, right down there when you’re ready.”

    Customer: “It’s a bit hard to handle.”

    (I say nothing and finish the transaction.)

    Customer: “You just have to know how to stroke it the right way, you know?”

    Me: “Uh, yeah. Sure!”

    Customer: “It’s funny, because it sounds sexual.”

    Getting Pork(ed)

    | Massachusetts, USA | Food & Drink, Rude & Risque

    Customer: “I would like a pound of vagina ham.”

    Me: “Excuse me?”

    Customer: “A pound of vagina ham, please!”

    Me: “Don’t you mean Virginia ham?”

    Customer: “Virginia ham, vagina ham, whatever! Just give me a pound of it.”

    Me: “Anything else?”

    Customer: “Yeah, slice it real nice.”

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