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He’s Got Bigot Written All Over Him

| Absecon, NJ, USA | Bigotry, Health & Body, Theme Of The Month

(I am a 20-year-old girl, with several tattoos. Only the clover on my wrist is visible. An older customer comes in at least once a week.)

Older Customer: “What happens when you get older and the tattoo looks bad?”

Me: “That’s part of the experience of having a tattoo; it grows with you. Plus, I’m Irish, so it’s part of my heritage. It’s not like I’m going to regret it.”

Customer: “Yes, you will. When you get old, it will get ugly, and you’ll hate it.”

Me: “Sir, no offense, but it’s my heritage. That is not something I will hate. And even if it does get ugly, the rest of me will be wrinkled too. And really, it isn’t any of your business or concern what I do to my body.”

(A male coworker comes up, who also has a visible tattoo. The customer says nothing to him.)

Me: “What about his tattoo?”

Customer: “Oh, it doesn’t matter; he’s a man. Women just shouldn’t get tattoos. They’ll make them ugly later on.”

Must Have An Ex-Wife

| UT, USA | Language & Words

(I am providing a customer a temporary password.)

Me: “That is ‘X’, like X-ray.”

Customer: “X-ray starts with an ‘E’. Didn’t you go to school?”

Me: “X-ray starts with an ‘X’, sir.”

Customer: “Fine, have it your way, then!”

A Minor Mistake

| Minneapolis, MN, USA | Love/Romance, Movies & TV

(I’m currently a high school student. I look really young, about 12 or 13, so I’m not hit on very often. A customer aged about 30 walks up to me, smirking.)

Customer: “Remember when I asked you out two years ago, and you turned me down because you said you live too far away? Well, look where we are now. I have a job at [local corporate headquarters], and you clean up people’s trash at a movie theater.”

(He drops trash on the ground.)

Me: “I’m sorry, sir, but I’m not who you think I am. I go to [local high school]. Also, I only date girls.”

(The customer slowly realizes that I am both a minor and a lesbian.)

Customer: “Oh. I’m way off, aren’t I?”

Me: “Yes, sir.”

(The customer picks up his trash, and scurries off with a sheepish look on his face.)