Judging Thee Judgemental

(We sell unique gifts and adult items. The Steelers are in the playoffs and we’ve patched the game through the sound system. Everyone is in a good mood even though we’re working Sunday when a girl and her boyfriend come up buying a couple of marital aids that we sell. I will also add that this job, while retail, is great because when every other item in the store has profanity written on it they don’t care about you giving a little attitude to snotty customers.)

Me: “Hi, how are you doing today?”

Customer: “Pretty well; how are you?”

Me: “Doing great. It’s a good day here and I’m happy because the Steelers are winning.”

Customer: “Don’t you think it’s sad that a football game makes you happy?”

Me: “It probably would, but then I remember I’m not the one judging the quality of other people’s happiness while buying sex toys on a Sunday afternoon and I feel a bit better.”

(She got super quiet and glared at me while she paid and the boyfriend looked he was going to pass out from holding in laughter.)