Unfiltered Story #124716

(For the past few years, I’ve been serving this older man who is probably in his mid 60’s. He seems to have a particular fondness for me and always comes through my lane. He’s loud and friendly, but thinks he and I are more familiar than we are. He came to my cash register one afternoon.)

Customer: “Hia darlin’, how you doin’ today?”

Me: “Good thanks, you?”

Customer: “I’m good. How’s school? You’re in grade 12 right?”

Me: “I am, and it’s pretty busy.”

(I finish the order and hand him his receipt)

Customer: “Thanks good looking’. Don’t let your boyfriend get too rough in bed with ya now!”

(I am speechless and can’t look at him the same anymore.)