Belly Rubbed And Snubbed
(I work at a department store as a cashier. I also have a medical condition where I must take a heavy amount of steroids, and a side effect of this is that I’m a bit chunky. I’m ringing up a customer.)
Me: “Hi, did you find everything okay?”
Customer: “Oh, my dear, how can they force a woman in your condition to stand at a cash register all day? Your ankles must be so swollen! When are you due?”
(Suddenly, she reaches across the counter and rubs my belly, totally invading my personal space.)
Me: “In about five years, after I finish college, get married, and get a job that pays above minimum wage. I’m fat, not pregnant, lady. And I do not remember giving you permission to put your hands on my body.”
(The customer turns beet red, mumbles something, and abruptly leaves all her merchandise on the counter. I get a round of applause from the rest of the customers in line.)
Next Customer in line: “I would have hit her if I were you.”
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Tell us your story about a customer who couldn't understand the most simple concept.