We Don’t Have Changing Rooms For THAT

(I am a cashier at a drug store. We get customers coming through with items of a personal nature all the time. We never comment on these items, so we don’t embarrass the customers. A man is checking out at my register.)

Me: “Hello! Did you find everything all right today?”

Customer: *acting a bit nervous* “Yes, thanks.”

(I make small talk with him as I ring up his items, not really paying attention to what they are.)

Customer: “Would you like to help me try those on?”

(Confused, I look at what I’ve just scanned; it’s a box of condoms.)

Me: “Sir, you need to leave now.”

Customer: “What? I… uh… It was a joke.”

Me: “It wasn’t funny! Are you going to leave, or do I need to get my manager?”

(He left. I told the manager about it, just in case the customer tried to accuse me of anything. The manager said I absolutely did the right thing. At the next store meeting he talked about what to do if customers behaved inappropriately with us.)