(I’m a cashier at a large store, and it’s nearly the end of my shift. Its fairly busy, and the customer I’m checking out is putting in her information for the check she’s writing.)
Me: “Okay, go ahead and press ‘okay,’ and then sign.”
Customer: “Alright.”
(A couple comes up behind her with a three-year-old boy in the cart, and starts loading their items on the conveyor belt.)
Young Boy: “F*** off!”
Customer: “Excuse me!?”
Young Boy: “F*** off! F*** off!”
Customer: “Ma’am, shouldn’t you do something about your son’s mouth?”
(The mother and father look shocked.)
Mother: “Oh, h*** no! My son can say whatever he wants to some uppity b****!”
(The customer looks surprised and hurt, and walks off after I give her the check and receipt. The manager comes over.)
Manager: “Your son needs to stop yelling that to other customers in line.”
Mother: “H*** NO!”
Manager: “Then you can leave.”
(The mother makes a fuss and leaves, while watching me like I have done something wrong. Afterwards, the manager turns to me.)
Manager: “You wanna go home early?”
Me: “Absolutely.”