Unfiltered Story #178334

(I’m a cashier at a local supermarket, my current customer is a tall, buff white man. asa finish ringing up his order I ask is he has a store discount card.)

Me: Do you have a [Store Card]?

Customer: Yes I do. (He is handing me his card but then pulls back at the last moment.)

Customer: YOU HAVE HERPES!

(I have absolutely no acne whatsoever and can’t think of anything that could give him the impression that I have herpes)

Me: Excuse me?

Customer: YOU HAVE HERPES! YOU CAMT ROICH MY [Store Card]! (He scans his card himself)

(I finalize his order as the customer is ranting about herpes, completely wide eyed and staring directly into my eyes, pausing every now and then to stare at me. My bagger who is trying to comtain his laughter)

Me: Have a nice day!

Customer: (Walks away still mumbling something about herpes)

Bagger: (Breaks into laughter)

Me: What the f***.