(A 60-year old customer with a hefty beer gut comes into our clothing store. Note that I am an 18 year old girl.)

Customer: “Excuse me, miss, I’m looking for speedos?”

Me: “Oh right. Well, if you go to the front of the store and turn to your left, there are a few of them on a stand there.”

(The customer continues to stand there staring at me.)

Me: “Is there anything else I can help you with, sir?”

Customer: “Would you like to see me try the speedos on?”

Me: *horrified look*

Customer: “Just checking.”

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