Unfiltered Story #102052

(I worked in a fast food restaurant only found in the southwestern states. I’m wiping down tables and cleaning lobby, and my coworker is African

American, very tall and working the registers. I’m short, about 8 months pregnant, and looked high school age.)

Customer: “Sir, can you get someone to help me. I don’t trust you with my order.”

Coworker: “Ma’am, I can take your order.”

Customer: “No, you can’t. Your ‘kind’ rarely have a high school education. You’ll steal my identity!”

Coworker:*sigh* “[My name], can you come handle this transaction?”

Me: “How can I help you, ma’am?”

Customer: “I will not have a high school drop out whore handle my information either! Get me someone else!”

Me: “Ma’am, I’m not in high school, and I’m quite happily married. How may I help you?”

(She ignores me and looks around, seeing my manager in the back. Now, my manager is Hispanic, transgender from male to female, and from the back doesn’t look like it, with her gorgeous long hair.)

Customer: “Get me your manager! That manager right there! She should be able to help me! She obviously has her life together!”

Manager: *in an obviously male voice* “How can I help you, ma’am?”

Customer: “Abominations! Abominations, all of you! Get me your highest manager, right now! I demand I have a decent person who can take my order!”

(My GM saw everything on the security monitors, and my manager explained everything to him.)

Manager: “Ma’am, he’ll be out shortly.”

General Manager: *with a ‘gay’ accent* “How can I help you, darling?”

Customer: *running out, pushing me over in the process* “Abominations! Every one of you! Abominations!”

(I went into premature labor, thanks to her, and had a healthy baby girl! I found out later that the same woman was arrested the same day in my fast food restaurant, she came in while my GM was giving the police officers her information for attacking me.)