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Category: Rude & Risque

For those who like their humor a bit more PG-13, this section is littered with customers who are not afraid to walk on the more brazen side, or act downright gross-out disgusting. Be warned though that toilet humor sometimes literally takes place in the toilet.

Enough To Furrow Your Brows

| USA | Family & Kids, Health & Body, Rude & Risque

(I’m a transporter pushing patients to surgery. I pick up a 17-year-old boy with his family. They’re all nervous, but the boy deals with his anxiety by being rude to his parents. He starts in on the vertical creases between his dad’s eyebrows.)

Boy: “Ha! That looks like a [crude term for female genitalia]. You’ve got a [kitty cat] on your forehead!”

(He goes on like this for several minutes as his profanity gets worse and worse.)

Mom: *finally* “Stop it! You’re embarrassing me and the transporter!”

Boy: *belligerent* “Why? She’s got one!”

(I’ve finally had enough. I lean down and tell him, loud enough for his parents to hear:)

Me: “You keep using language like that and that’s as close to a real one as you’ll ever get.”

(There was stunned silence from the entire family. Then the parents started cracking up.)

Beaver Believer

| CO, USA | Bizarre, Rude & Risque

(I work in a highway station in the Colorado mountains, and get a lot of tourists. A gentleman comes in wearing a joke souvenir shirt from Beaver, UT that says ‘I <3 Beaver.’ He grabs a Colorado shirt and approaches the register.)

Him: “I have to change. A guy just came up to me in another store and say ‘Hey, me, too’!”

Tastes Like Bad Parenting

| Florence, KY, USA | Bizarre, Family & Kids, Rude & Risque

(A woman and her roughly 14-year-old daughter are standing in front of the family planning section.)

Mother: “Here, taste this one.”

Daughter: “Ew, it tastes like rubber bands!”

Me: *walking over to see what is going on* “Can I help you?”

Mother & Daughter: *simultaneously* “No, nothing is going on!”

Me: *perplexed as to what I’m seeing* “Why are all these packages of condoms open?!”

Mother: “We just wanted to taste them before we bought them!”

Me: “Uhm, no. You can’t just open them!”

Mother: “Well, geez! You don’t have to get mad about it! I want to speak to a manager!”

Me: “Ma’am, my manager will tell you the same thing. Please stop tasting the condoms with your daughter. You should pay for all of these!”

Mother & Daughter: *giggles and runs out of the department leaving behind all the open condoms*

(For what it’s worth, we sold flavored condoms, but they didn’t taste any of those!)