So Long, Sexism: This week, we feature five stories of employees dealing with (and often overcoming) sexist remarks from customers!
- The Estrogen Empire Strikes Back:
A sexist fast food customer faces women in power–everywhere!
- The Land Of Milk And Money:
Don’t have a cow, man–ladies understand farming, too.
- Cross-Platform Chromosomes:
Games may be platform-specific, but video gamers are gender neutral!
- Now Accepting Immigrants From Femmerica:
News flash from Bigotland: half of America ain’t American.
- The Spice Girls Have A Lot To Answer For:
Yes, “Ladies go first”–except when they’re cutting in line!
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(I work at a “cut your own” Christmas tree farm.)
Customer: “Are these locally grown?”
(I work on a berry farm and we have U-pick on the farm. While working in U-pick, I come across a woman and her son walking in the small wooded area beside one of the strawberry fields.)
Me: “Hi, ma’am, I couldn’t help but notice you walking through the trees here. Are you looking for someone?”
Customer: “Oh, hi. Um, no…we aren’t looking for anyone.”
(She continues to walk away from me.)
Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to come back to the strawberry field now. This wooded area is actually not on farm property.”
Customer: “Oh, that’s okay. We’ll be quick. My son just needs to poop.”
Me: “Oh! Actually, we ask that you don’t do that here. We have restrooms back at the main building.”
(I point to the building, which is about 20 yards away.)
Customer: *sighs* “Well, alright, but that’s a pretty long way to walk…”
Customer: “Could you add the tomato I sampled to the total price?”
Me: “Do you mean you ate it?”
Customer: “Yes, please add it.”
Me: “I’m sorry, but we charge tomatoes by the pound, so that would be kind of hard to do.”
Customer: *thinks for a second* “Well, I weighed 157 pounds before I ate it…”
| Shelton, WA, USA |
(A customer walks up to my berry stand and motions at a pack of strawberries.)
Me: “Hello, sir. A pack is $11.”
Customer: *hands me a dollar bill*
Me: “Sorry, it’s $11 sir.”
Customer:*hands me another dollar and looks at me expectantly*
Me: “Well, I just need nine more of these.”
Customer:*hands me another dollar bill*
Me: “We’re getting there. Eight more.”
Customer: *looks at me, confused, then walks away*