Some Lines Get Older Every Day

| Canastota, NY, USA | Rude & Risque, Theme Of The Month

(I’m working at a gas station and am currently ringing out a guy that appears to be in his 60s. I am 18.)

Customer: *grabbing my hand* “Would you like to get a pop with me?”

Me: “Sorry, I don’t drink soda.”

Customer: “How about a coffee?”

Me: “Sorry, I’m too young for you.”

Customer: “Oh, come on. Age is just a number and coffee doesn’t mean anything.”

Me: “No, thank you.”

(He still has not given me back my hand yet.)

Customer: “Oh, come on.”

Me: *continuing with the transaction* That’ll be [amount].”

Customer: “So what do you say?”

Me: “Sorry, no.”

Customer: “How about we leave it as a ‘maybe?'”