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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.

    You’ve Got The Wrong(est) Make

    | Detroit, MI, USA | Rude & Risque

    (An elderly woman walks onto the lot from and begins asking me about a car.)

    Me: “Hello, ma’am, what can I help you with today?”

    Customer: “What can you tell me about this red car?”

    Me: “This is a 1999 Volvo V70.”

    Customer: “A Vulva! My grand-daughter has a vulva! Her boyfriend said he absolutely loves it!”

    (I unsuccessfully try to keep a straight face.)

    Me: “I’m sure he does, ma’am.”

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    Cost-Benefit Analysis

    , | Dalton, GA, USA | At The Checkout, Rude & Risque

    (A customer comes in to pick up his Viagra prescription. I’m trying not to be awkward and ring him up as if it’s any other order.)

    Me: “Hi, how may I help you?”

    Customer: “My name is [name]. I need to pick up my prescription.”

    Me: “That will be just a moment.”

    (I get the man’s prescription and proceed to ring him up for it.)

    Me: “Your total today comes out to [price].”

    Customer: “What?!”

    Me: *I repeat the price*

    Customer: *mumbles* “Still cheaper than a hooker, I guess.” *pays and leaves*

    The Silver (Bra) Lining

    | Boston, MA, USA | Rude & Risque, Top

    (I am a female nurse in a clinic and I share my shift with a rather handsome male nurse. On this particular day, a middle-aged regular patient comes in.)

    Patient: “Hi, I’m here for my breast examination.”

    Me: “Great, just follow me inside the examination room for your test.”

    Patient: “Are you going to perform the test?”

    Me: “Yes, ma’am, I am.”

    Patient: “Oh, I was hoping that the other nurse would do it.”

    Me: “Well, I could ask him if you want me to.”

    Patient: “Yeah, do that. Tell him I’m looking forward to it!”

    Me: “Uh, okay! But I really think that you’ll be more comfortable if–”

    Patient: “Let him touch me!”

    Does Your Sandwich Measure Up

    | Canada | Food & Drink, Rude & Risque

    (I am a 19 year old female worker in a sub shop. A 20-something customer comes in with his girlfriend.)

    Customer: “So, you work at [sandwich shop]?”

    Me: “Yea? Why?”

    Customer: “So, you know how to handle a foot long eh?”

    Me: “Yes, yes I do.”

    Customer: “Oh, good, so you can handle me, eh?”

    Me: *playing along* “I doubt you’re a footlong but, yeah, I guess.”

    Customer’s girlfriend, to customer: “See! Even she knows you have a huge ego.”

    (His girlfriend goes on to order a 6 inch sub. I make it and hand it to her.)

    Customer’s girlfriend, to customer: “Well, this is more like it, eh, babe?”

    Stripped Of Your Cash

    | Tampa, FL, USA | Money, Rude & Risque

    (The cardholder sounds very very drunk.)

    Caller: “Why did you let the card take out $5,000?”

    Me: “It shows that you did an ATM withdrawal for $5,000 in Las Vegas, NV. Was this you?”

    Caller: “No! It was the stripper she took it. She took it! Why did you let her take it?”

    Me: “Your card was stolen by a stripper?”

    Caller: “No, no, no! Why aren’t you listening to me?”

    Me: “Sir, I don’t understand. What happened?”

    Caller: “I wanted a lap dance. So, I gave the stripper my card and PIN number to get money.”

    Me: “You gave her your card and PIN and told her to get $5000?”

    Caller: “No! Why aren’t you listening to me? I told the stripper to get $300 for my lap dance.”

    Me: “So, she took too much money?”

    Caller: “Why did you let her? When is she coming back? I want my lap dance.”

    (This goes on for a little while with the caller slurring his speech and stuttering.)

    Caller: “Why won’t you help me?”

    Me: “What would you like me to do?”

    Caller: “Fine! Don’t help me. I’ll go back to the tables and win back my fortune!”

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