Padding Out Your Judgement

, , , , , , , | Working | August 22, 2018

(I’m in line to check out. In front of me is a tall man in his 30s who looks very masculine.)

Cashier: “Excuse me, miss. I think this got mixed with this gentleman’s items when you put down the separator.”

Me: “Those pads are not mine.”

Customer: “They’re my purchase.”

Cashier: “Why the h*** would a man need a chick item?”

Me: “Gee, I don’t know. My guesses are: Friend, girlfriend, wife, daughter, sister, niece, or cousin.”

Customer: “They’re for my daughter.”

Cashier: *mumbles and finishes scanning the man’s items*

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