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    Using Her Outside Voice

    , | USA | At The Checkout, Rude & Risque, Top

    (It is very early in the morning, and most of our customers are elderly folks coming in to drink coffee and socialize. A very sweet older customer comes to my register.)

    Me: “Good morning, ma’am! How are you today?”

    Customer: “My aren’t you chipper in the morning! I’m doing pretty good this morning dear; how are you today?”

    Me: “I’m just great; thank you for asking. How can I help you this morning, ma’am?”

    Customer: “Well I’m not too hungry just yet, so I think I will just have one small coffee for now.”

    (I ring her in, and tell her the total. She begins slowly taking coins out of her purse, so I turn to make her coffee. I can hear her mumbling to herself. I assume she is counting, until I return with her coffee only to catch the tail end of a string of obscenities.)

    Customer: “D*** f****** dime! Where the f****** h*** is a penny! Stupid little b******!”

    (I am dumbstruck as the sweet little lady continues to mumble to herself while counting out her change. Finally, she finishes counting and she notices the look on my face.)

    Customer: “Oh my, I wasn’t speaking out loud again, was I?”

    (I nod slowly.)

    Customer: “Oh, goodness! I’m sorry you had to hear that! I wasn’t saying anything bad about you; you’re such a sweet girl. It’s just I’m so d*** old and I can’t f****** see. It’s just so frustrating! Well, have a great morning dear!”

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    He Must Be Baked

    | NY, USA | Extra Stupid, Family & Kids, Food & Drink

    (I am with my family at a Chinese restaurant. My father has kept the waitress at our table for at least five minutes, trying to order what he wants. He is mostly speaking about the food itself, and then moving on. He finally thinks of something he wants.)

    Father: “Oh. I’ll have the salty fried pork with pepper. Do you have that?”

    Waitress: “No, but we have similar.”

    (My brother slides the menu to our father, and points at the baked salted pork.)

    Waitress: “You’ll have that?”

    Brother: “Yes, he will.”

    Father: “Wait, so not peppered?”

    Waitress: “No pepper.”

    Father: “Oh, okay, so it’s salty fried pork. I’ll have that.”

    Waitress: “It’s salted baked pork.”

    Father: “Yes, yes, I understand, but it’s fried right?”

    Waitress: “Baked.”

    Father: “Fried?”

    Waitress: “Baked.”

    Father: “Fried?”

    Waitress: “Baked.”

    Father: “Fried?”

    Waitress: “Baked.”

    Father: “Fried?”

    Waitress: “Yes.”

    Sewing The Seeds of Anger

    | Belgium | At The Checkout, Crazy Requests

    (I started sewing a few years ago, and got good enough at it to make most of my clothes myself, which has resulted in a wardrobe consisting of some unusual prints. A regular customer comes up to me.)

    Customer: “I love your dress! You’re always wearing such special clothes! Do tell me where you shop!”

    Me: “Actually, I made this one myself. Thanks for the compliment!”

    Customer: “Really? That’s great! Can you make one for me?”

    Me: “Um… I have never made anything for someone else, and besides, I don’t have any of this fabric left, so I’m afraid I can’t do that!”

    (The customer suddenly gets angry.)

    Customer: “Now that’s just rude! Why would you do that? You’re just making pretty clothes for yourself so you can tell other people they will never have them!”

    (The customer slams the money on the counter, and leaves in a huff.)

    Playing Gameboys

    | IL, USA | Family & Kids, Technology

    (I am in my local video game store, picking up a copy of ‘Devil May Cry’. I am the only female in the store, and since I can’t see well enough to get a driver’s license, my father has driven me here. The store is really busy, so after plucking a copy from the shelf, I browse for a bit. A little boy approaches me.)

    Boy: “Is that for your dad?”

    Me: “No, this is for me.”

    (The boy’s eyes widen in surprise.)

    Boy: “You play video games?”

    Me: “Yes, I do.”

    Boy: “But you’re a GIRL!”

    Me: “So? Girls play video games too, honey.”

    Boy: “But you like girly games, right?”

    Me: “Actually, no. I hate girly games. I prefer action games and action RPGs, like Devil May Cry, Castlevania, Final Fantasy, and Kingdom Hearts.”

    (The little guy’s eyes widen so much that I’m expecting them to pop out of his head. He turns to face his mother.)

    Boy: “Mom! Mom! There’s a girl that likes video games!”

    (The mom hurriedly grabs her son, checks out their games, and practically runs from the store. As soon as the door shuts behind them, everyone inside cracks up.)

    Store Clerk: *still laughing* “But you’re a GIRL!”


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