Wait An Extra Hour For The Bigotry Bus

| San Antonio, TX, USA | Awesome Workers, Bad Behavior, Bigotry, Transportation

(I work as a city bus driver in San Antonio and I’m fairly openly transgender… I believe it’s more than obvious even in uniform. I hear and receive a few insults daily. I normally deal with those pretty easily, but today one struck a nerve, mostly because it was aimed at someone else on the bus doing something really nice. An obviously gay man is offering the seat next to them to an old man.)

Old Man: “I don’t want to be seated next to some [homosexual slur]!”

(I park the bus and look back.)

Me: “Then you wouldn’t want to be driven around by one either. The next bus is in a hour. You can catch it here.”

(The whole bus is dead silent for 20 seconds. Then the old man starts cursing me out, calling me every name in the book.)

Me: “Sir, I’m giving you 30 seconds before I call the cops and have you removed off this bus for discrimination.”

(The old man continued cursing but left the second I reached for the phone. The whole bus applauded and pretty much thanked me/congratulated me as they left. The man I defended gave me a five dollar tip and a thank you as he left!)

Paying Caesar’s Things Back To Caesar

| IL, USA | At The Checkout, Money, Religion

Customer: “Have you accepted Jesus as your personal savior?”

Me: “Nope. Your total is $7.00.”

Customer: “I don’t pay non-believers.”

Me: “Well, it’s a good thing you’re paying [Delivery Company], then.”

Customer: “Do you know any commandments, you Satan worshipper?”

Me: “Thou Shalt Not Steal. Seven dollars, please.”

(Then he threw a $10 on the counter and left. Three bucks for Satan!)

Pest Control Out Of Control

| WV, USA | Extra Stupid, Family & Kids, Health & Body, Pets & Animals

(I work at a local pharmacy.)

Customer: “I need to buy some Raid.”

Me: “Okay, ma’am, let’s go look at the display.”

(We walked to the display, and I began showing her various items.)

Me: “Here’s something for ants—”

Customer: “No, I don’t need that.”

Me: “Okay. Um, here’s something for roaches.”

Customer: “No, I don’t have roaches.”

Me: “Do you have hornets or wasps or something?”

Customer: “No.”

Me: “Ma’am, can you tell me a little more about what, exactly, you need the Raid for?”

Customer: “My son has lice.”

Me: “Oh! Oh, God. No, ma’am, you don’t want Raid. You want Rid. Please don’t spray Raid on your son’s head!”