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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.

    A Job Well Blown

    | Bowling Green, KY, USA | Rude & Risque

    (Our store has just installed new, more powerful hand dryers in the restrooms. I am using one when a customer comes up behind me.)

    Customer: “These things give pretty powerful blow jobs, huh?”

    Me: “Yeah, never heard that before.”

    Customer: “I need a good blow job like that!”

    Me: *hurriedly leaves the restroom*

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    Way, Way Too Much Information

    So Good It’s Not Even There

    | Netherlands | Rude & Risque

    Me: “Thanks for calling [store], this is [name]. How can I help you?”

    Customer: “Hello, I just wanted to know whether you have any topless bikinis?”

    Me: “I’m sorry, strapless bikinis, you mean?”

    Customer: “Yes, topless bikinis! Do you have any?”

    Please, Say No More

    | Houston, TX, USA | Rude & Risque

    (An older man, maybe late 50s with graying hair, approaches my register with a few groceries. Despite his age, he is very absorbed in his cell phone and paying little attention to what is going on around him.)

    Me: “Hi! How are you today, sir?”

    Customer: *giggles* “I’m doing exceptionally naughty things on my phone right now!”

    Me: “Oh, that’s lovely! Do you have any coupons with us today?”

    Customer: *leans in and whispers* “In the colloquial, that means I’m sexting!”

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    Way Too Much Information
    TMI Redux
    TMI (Too Much Information)

    Smut And Sin, Just Don’t Show Skin

    | British Columbia, Canada | Religion, Rude & Risque, Top

    (We sell a variety of different magazines. The very back row is where the smut magazines are kept. Note that I’m a 16-year-old girl and very uninterested in that sort of thing.)

    Customer: “Do you know if you only sell Playboy magazines, or do you sell Playgirl magazines as well?”

    Me: “I have no idea, ma’am. I don’t, uh, pay much attention to the back row.”

    Customer: “Why? Do scantily clad girls offend you and your religion?”

    Me: “No, ma’am. I’m actually not really religious. I’m just not into that sort of thing.”

    Customer: “What do you mean you’re not religious? Don’t you know that Jesus died on the cross for your sins?”

    Me: “Ma’am, I don’t want to get into a debate about religion. I just want to help you find what you’re looking for–”

    Customer: “You’re a sinner! You sin and sell smut magazines!”

    Me: *confused* “Ma’am, weren’t you looking for Playgirl magazines?”

    (The customer turns beet red, storms out of the store, hops into her car, and drives away.)

    Curiosity Kilt The (Peeping Tom)Cat

    | New Jersey, USA | Rude & Risque, Top

    (I’m working mall security when a hysterical woman comes up to me. She’s making no sense, but she keeps mentioning the word ‘quilt’.)

    Customer: “Quick! Quick!”

    Me: “Ma’am, please calm down and tell me what’s going on.”

    (The customer finally composes herself enough to form coherent sentences.)

    Customer: “There’s a man walking around in a quilt with nothing underneath it! You have to throw him out!”

    (Thinking she means there’s a flasher in the mall, I follow her to the food court. The customer grows more hysterical as we approach. There is nobody matching her description.)

    Me: “Ma’am, I don’t–”

    (She angrily points at a man in Scottish attire quietly enjoying a coffee.)

    Customer: “There he is! He’s scaring the children walking around like that!”

    Me: “Ma’am, please stop shouting. There is nothing illegal about his way of dress and there certainly is no telling whether or not he’s wearing anything underneath.”

    (At this point the man in question approaches us.)

    Man: “I wish to lodge a complaint against this woman. She’s been following me around and trying to get a look at…well…” *gestures at his kilt*

    Me: “Ma’am, is this true?”

    (The woman turns bright red and starts fidgeting uncomfortably.)

    Customer: “Well, I…but…what about the children?!” *storms off*


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