Don’t Hate All Men, Just You

| USA | Bad Behavior, Bigotry

(I answer the phone and the most misogynistic guy I’ve ever talked to states he is on hold for a supervisor. I apologize and say he was misinformed he was holding for one, ask for his account number, and offer to help him.)

Me: *after a few seconds of silence and no response* “Sir?”

Caller: “Yes, I’m holding for a supervisor. Are you one?”

Me: “No… This is the same operator you were speaking to. As I explained, I can’t transfer you to a supervisor. If you’d like to speak to one, I’ll need your account number so I can—”

Caller: “—I’m not giving you my account number. That’s private information. Now, put an adult on the phone.”

Me: *thinking its going to be one of THOSE calls* “I am an adult, sir. I’m 38.”

Caller: “Sure you are.” *talking to someone in the background* “I’ve got some man-hating idiot lesbian on the phone who won’t help me. She talks like an ignorant d***.”

Me: *mouth open in shock* “Sir, if you can’t be professional—”

Caller: “—Look, I want to speak to a supervisor. I know you must hate men, and I don’t need to take your abuse. If you want to abuse someone go home and abuse your girlfriend.”

Me: “Sir, there is no need for how you are talking to me. I am trying to assist you. May I please have your account number?” *dead air for about 10 seconds on the line* “Sir?”

Caller: “Yes, I am holding for a supervisor. May I please speak to one?”

Me: *wishing I could reach through the phone to slap him* “I heard you the first few times you said that, sir, and I still can’t transfer you to—”

Caller: “—Look, I know you are an ignorant d*** who isn’t capable of doing this job. Be a good girl and transfer me to someone who is an adult and know what they are doing so you can go home, abuse your girlfriend, and look for a job at McDonald’s where you might actually be qualified to work.”

Me: *struggling hard to remain professional myself* “Sir, if you can’t be professional I will have to end the call. I am trying to assist you. If you want to speak to a supervisor, I need to have your account number so I can issue a call back.” *silence on the line again* “Sir?”

Caller: “Yes, I’m holding for a supervisor. Did that d*** finally transfer me to one?”

Me: *finally had it* “Sir, it’s still me and I heard you the first few times you said that. I am not transferring you to a supervisor. If you won’t give me your account number and speak to me politely, I will have to end this call.”

Caller: “Don’t you talk to me like that, you d*** b****. I’m not giving you my account number so you can steal my info! Put a f****** adult on the phone like a good little lesbian. Don’t know why they hired a r***** like you. You probably are too dumb to work at McDonald’s, too. I want a supervisor. NOW.”

Me: “I’ve warned you multiple times about how you’re talking to me. You are refusing any assistance I can give you and you are being vulgar. Thank you for calling. Have a nice day. I am disconnecting the call.”

Caller: “Don’t you dare—”

Me: *doesn’t let him finish and hits the release button*

My Little-Minded Brony

| UK | Bad Behavior, Family & Kids, Geeks Rule, Movies & TV

(It’s my day off so I go to the toy shop where I work with my eight-year-old niece. She’s a huge fan of ‘My Little Pony,’ so we’re off looking at toys. Two men are already there, talking about the show. My niece is pretty social, so she tries to strike up a conversation while I eye the display.)

Niece: “Ooh, you like My Little Pony, too?! Who’s your favourite? I love Fluttershy; she’s so pretty and kind. That’s how I want to be when I grow up.”

Man #1: “You’re a fan, huh? I guess you’ve got all the merchandise then?”

Niece: “Merch… an… dise?”

Man #2: “The toys and stuff. Don’t you have any?”

Niece: “Oh… yeah! I got some for my birthday!”

Man #1: “So you probably know the names of all the main characters, then?”

Niece: *lists characters*

Man #2: “What about the episode names?”

Niece: “Um…”

Man #1: “Don’t you know them?”

(I’m starting to get quite annoyed.)

Me: “What are you doing?”

(They both give me defensive looks.)

Man #1: “Nothing!”

Man #2: “We just wanted to know if she’s a real fan or one of those fake geek girls.”

Man #1: “She can’t even name the episodes.”

Man #2: “Bet she hasn’t even watched them all.”

(My niece is starting to get upset, so I lose all patience.)

Me:” Are you serious? All it takes to be a fan is for someone to like and enjoy something. Where do you get off acting so smug because you know more about a show for little girls than its intended audience?”

Man #1: “Are you saying men can’t like stuff for girls? That’s sexist!”

Me: “Sexist?! I’m not the one spewing misogynistic nonsense at a child simply because they can’t pass some pointless memory test. You obviously haven’t learned much, since the TV show is all about friendship and treating people with respect! Now, shove off or grow up!”

(They storm off. I turn round to see my manager watching me.)

Me: “Am I fired?”

Manager: “You’re not in uniform; they don’t know you work here. Besides, if someone talked to my kids like that, I’d knock them out.”

(My niece cheered up after a while, and I bought her some new ‘merchandise’. I hope those men went home and watched the show again, and maybe took its message to heart this time.)

Reduced Intelligence, Not Reduced Hours

| St. Louis, MO, USA | Holidays, Theme Of The Month

(The restaurant I work at is open 24 hours and does not close for holidays. It is less than a week before Christmas when the phone rings.)

Me: “Thank you for calling 24 hour [Restaurant]. [My Name] speaking. We are open all night Christmas Eve and Christmas day. How may I help you?”

Customer: “Yeah, how late will you be open on Christmas Eve?”

Me: “We will be open 24 hours during the holidays. We don’t close.”

Customer: “So, when do you open on Christmas?”

Me: “We will be open non-stop from now through the foreseeable future unless weather causes the store to lose power.”

Customer: “So, do you have reduced hours on Christmas?”

(This exchanged happened to all of us working every shift for the following week at least three times a shift.)