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    I’m A Renaissance Woman

    | Princeton, NJ, USA | At The Checkout, Extra Stupid

    (The computers at checkout have lately been asking for the full birthdate of everyone purchasing cigarettes. While technically, we card everyone, a lot of our older customers complained at first, so we are allowed to simply request their birthdate rather than ask to see their ID.)

    Customer: “Yes, I’d like [cigarettes], please.”

    Me: “Alright. I’ll need your date of birth, please.”

    Customer: “What? Make something up.”

    Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but the computer needs a birth date in order to sell this product.”

    Customer: “Well, you’re not getting it. Make something up!”

    Me: “Um.”

    (I put in January 1st, but leave the year free.)

    Me: “Okay, I put in January 1st, but I’m going to need the year, at least.”

    Customer: “Fine…1600.”

    Me: “Something reasonable, ma’am.”

    2, 4, 6, 8, Time To Get Your Numbers Straight

    | Bethesda, MD, USA |

    Customer: “Do you have this in a size 9?”

    Me: “Sorry, no. We only carry even sizes. I can show you a size 8 or 10.”

    Customer: “You don’t have a size 9?”

    Me: “No, we only have even-numbered sizes.”

    Customer: “Do you have a 9 in the back?”

    Me: “No. There is no size 9.”

    Customer: “So, can you order it for me?”

    Me: “No, ma’am. We only have even numbers.”

    Customer: *blank stare*

    Me: “Er, that means 0, 2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 12, and 14.”

    Customer: “So, do you know when you’ll be getting a size 9?”

    She Puts The Bra In Bravado

    | San Diego, CA, USA | Rude & Risque

    (I work in a lingerie store. I am standing at the front greeting customers when a woman in a full business suit walks in.)

    Me: “Welcome, how can I help you today?”

    (She unbuttons her shirt to the waist in order to reveal a ratty bra that is at least five years old.)

    Woman: “Yeah, where can I find this bra?”

    Me: “Um, I don’t think we carry that style anymore, but I can send you back to the fitting room where they can help you find a nice alternative.”

    Woman: *still with her shirt unbuttoned* “Sure, sounds great.”

    Me: “Okay, can I get your name and size?”

    Woman: “Oh, I can’t remember my size. Just check the back of my bra for me, would you?

    (She then begins to take off the rest of her shirt in the front of the store.)

    Me: “Let’s just send you back to the fitting room right now…”

    You’ve Got The Wrong(est) Job Description

    , | Arlington, VA, USA | Family & Kids, Rude & Risque

    (I am a cashier at a costume store. A young boy and his mother come up to pay. The mother is busy texting. The boy has a police officer costume in his hand.)

    Boy: “Mommy, now I can really play sodomy!”

    Mom: *not paying attention* “That’s nice, sweetie.”

    Me: *confused* “Playing sodomy?”

    Boy: “Sodomy, like when you pretend to be the police.”

    Related:
    You Got The Wrong(est) Number, Part 5
    You Got The Wrong(est) Number, Part 4
    You Got The Wrong(est) Number, Part 3
    You Got The Wrong(est) Number, Part 2
    You Got The Wrong(est) Number

    Every Bird And Bee’s Worst Nightmare

    | Sydney, Australia | Family & Kids, Rude & Risque, Top

    (I’m serving a woman in an aisle when her daughter, about 3 or 4 years old, shows up behind me. She’s been hiding in the next aisle over and I’ve thus far been unaware of her presence.)

    Me: “Oh! Hi, sweetie! Where did you come from?”

    (She pauses and looks at me like I’m stupid.)

    Girl: “Mummy’s vagina?”


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