Not A Hair Out Of Place

| Austin, TX, USA | Bigotry, Health & Body

(I work as a driver for a car rental office. I pick up customers from their homes, or from the local service centers and body shops, and return them to the same locations when they return the car. I am male and have worn my hair long for nearly ten years. During this trip, I am returning a customer home. His head is shaved. After making small talk for a few minutes, he asks a question.)

Customer: “So, why do you have your hair like that? You look like a f****** f**.”

Me: “Well, sir. I’ve been blessed with the ability to grow thick, healthy hair, so I grow it out, and once a year I cut it off and donate it to ‘Locks Of Love.’ They take it and make wigs for kids with cancer, who DON’T have the ability to grow their hair anymore thanks to chemo.”

(There is silence in the car for a few minutes.)

Customer: “Hey, I’m sorry about before. I actually lost my son to cancer a couple years ago. I shaved my head to match his, and I keep it shaved to remember him…”

Fingers Crossed They Were Joking

| Princeton, NJ, USA | At The Checkout, Bizarre, Criminal & Illegal, Wild & Unruly

(I’m a supervisor at the store. Most shifts only have one cashier up front. I walk up to the front of the store during a closing shift.)

Cashier: “So the customer I just finished ringing up wanted to know how many fingers I have.”

Me: “… Sorry. What?”

Cashier: “Yeah. That’s what I thought, too, so I asked him what he said and he asked ‘how many fingers do you have?'”

Me: “What did you say?”

Cashier: “I asked him why he wanted to know. He told me he needed to know how many I had before he cut them off.”

Me: “…”

Cashier: “I’m kind of hoping I heard him wrong. But I don’t think I want to go outside by myself after we close.”

Me: “Yeah. We’ll leave the store together tonight, and I’ll make sure your ride’s out there before we do.”

Cashier: “Thanks! To be honest, I’m feeling really creeped out right now!”

Feeling Entitled To Be Untitled

| Saskatoon, SK, Canada | Food & Drink, Language & Words

(One man, probably in his mid-twenties, is sitting with two similarly-aged attractive women.)

Me: “Good afternoon, ladies and gentle sir. My name is [Name] and I’ll be your server today. Can I get you anything to drink while you look at the menus?”

Female #1: “I’ll take a Coke.”

Female #2: “Me, too.”

Me: “Okay. Two Cokes, and… for you, sir?”

Guy: “Don’t call me ‘sir’! I’m too young to be a ‘sir.'”

Me: “Yeah, I know how you feel. Can I get you anything to drink though, s- uh, mister?”

Guy: “Don’t call me mister, either! And I’ll have an iced tea.”

Me: “Okay, okay. Sorry. Two cokes and an iced tea, coming right up.”

(I get the drinks quickly and come back to their table.)

Me: “Right, here we go. Two cokes for the lovely young ladies, and an iced tea for… ah, young master.”

Guy: *buries his face in his arms in shame as the women burst out laughing*