Potty Training Isn’t The Only Training Required Around Here
(I am buying baby supplies.)
Cashier: “Wipes, diapers, powder. What does a man need all this for?”
Me: “My daughter isn’t old enough to be potty trained yet.”
Cashier: “Surely it’s a wife’s job to handle the baby. Where’s your wife? Why aren’t you working?”
Me: “He’s at home with our daughter, and I’m on paternity leave.”
Cashier: “He? Your wife is a HE?!”
Me: “My husband is a he.”
(The cashier practically jumped away from me, sneering, and crossed her heart. She then refused to sell me anything, and I asked for a manager. When he came, she spoke directly to him, completely ignoring my existence. After she was finished, the manager “queer high-fived” me and gave me an employee discount. The cashier looked like she was about to collapse and asked to be excused. When I dropped by a few weeks, I was told she decided to leave due to a “conflict of interest”.)
