I’m a female who has worked at this hardware store for almost four years. We cut keys for customers. An older guy comes into the store.

Me: “Hello there. What can I help you with today?”

Customer: “I bought these keys at a car show and I brought them in to get cut for my car the other day. Some other girl was here and they are not working.”

Me: “Okay, let me take a look at the keys.”

He gives me his original keys and then the keys he brought in that he bought at the car show. I take a look at them, and just by looking at them, I can tell that they are not the right key blanks for his car.

Me: “These keys are not the right key blanks for your car; that’s why they are not working.”

I go show him how they are different. The customer starts to interrupt me.

Customer: “They are the right keys, d*** it. I got them at the car show so they are right.”

Me: “Well, if you look closely, the grooves don’t match up on your original keys.”

Customer: “THEY ARE THE RIGHT KEY BLANKS!”

I ding the bell to get someone up front with me. My boss comes up and I explain what is going on. My boss looks at the keys.

Boss: “Yeah, they are not the right keys. They don’t match up to your original set of keys. You bought the wrong ones.”

The customer just looked at me, and all I wanted to say was, “I TOLD YOU SO!”

After the guy left, my boss asked if I’d told him that, and I said yes but he was insisting that I was wrong. I said to my boss, “I don’t have a d**k so he wouldn’t listen to me.”

The professor in this story looks and sounds just like you’d imagine a middle-aged white southern belle to be. She lives just a couple minutes’ walk off campus so she’s used to people recognizing and greeting her while she’s in her yard.

We’re just finishing up a discussion on some of the current events going on — namely, the Black Lives Matter movement.

Professor: “Oh, did I tell y’all that I’m now on my third ‘Black Lives Matter’ banner in front of my house?”

Classmate: “Wait, third? What happened to the first two?”

Professor: “Well, the first one was stolen, but my neighbor managed to get the guy’s license plate. We ended up putting an old towel up in its place that had his plate number and, ‘Give me back my s***,’ written on it. He returned it within a few days and claimed he just ‘didn’t agree with it.’ And then it got stolen by someone else a few weeks later, so we just bought a new one. That one also got stolen, so we had to buy a third.

The funniest thing with it, though, was that just the other day, a man in a pickup truck drove by and honked at me, so I just waved at him thinking it was someone from [University]. But after I did that, he stuck his head out the window and yelled, “Black lives DON’T matter!” and I was just dumbfounded!

I just yelled back the first thing at him I could think of: “Don’t you sound smart!” which just pissed him off more. Honestly, the nerve of some people.

As a teenager, I am an avid fantasy reader. My brother and I are both into tabletop roleplay, as well, and we both have separate groups of friends we play with regularly. Also, I wish it didn’t matter, but as this story will unfortunately show that it very much does, I’m a girl.

Me: “Hey, do you think I could join your group for the next campaign? My group is having a bit of downtime due to life and other responsibilities at the moment.”

Brother: “I don’t know if we’re gonna do another one just now. I’m kind of worn out as GM. I just wanna play for a bit, but none of the others are interested in the position.”

Me: “Oh, I could do that. I don’t mind at all!”

Brother: “Oh, cool! That’d be great! We can do a test run in two weeks and see how everyone thinks it works!”

I am thrilled and immediately set to work preparing. Since I am ahead in my school studies and on top of all my homework, I decide to use our free study period for prep work.

Some guys from another class happen to be seated next to me, and of course, they spot my pile of rule books and papers.

Student #1: “Wait, what are you doing with those?”

Student #2: *Snickering* “Yeah, girls can’t roleplay!”

Since I am busy, unwilling to bother class, and also uninterested in debating with morons, I just raise an eyebrow, look over at them, and go:

Me: “Okay?”

When they didn’t manage to come up with any intelligible answers to that after a few seconds, I returned to my books and ignored them for the rest of the class. If anything, their comments spurred me to prepare even better to make sure of an epic test run for the people that I thought knew better.

I turned out I was wrong; when my brother had let the group know a — gasp! — female was going to be the GM, they all decided it would probably be so bad it wasn’t even worth showing up. 

Joke’s on them, though; my brother joined my group, instead, and we had lots of fun for several campaigns to come. His old group ended up disbanding since no one would step up as GM for them.

I work in a Nepali restaurant, and everyone who works there is from Nepal except for me; I’m white. A white family comes in and I seat them and bring them water and seat them. A few minutes later, the mother calls me back.

Me: “Hello there. Are you ready to order?”

Customer: “No, actually, but I was wondering, do you have anything that’s not Indian?”

Me: “Well, ma’am, this is a Nepalese restaurant and, being close to China and India, Nepalese food is influenced by those regions. If you like, I can recommend to you which dishes are the mildest?”

Customer: “No, that’s okay, but while you’re here…”

She starts whispering at this point.

Customer: “I would prefer if only you served me tonight because you’re… good at speaking English.”

Me: “I assure you that all my coworkers are fluent in English and may even be more helpful than me on what food may suit you best.”

Customer: “No, we don’t want to be served by… Indian people.”

Me: “Please call me back when you’re ready to order.”

I go up to my manager and tell him what the customer said.

Manager: “F*** her.”

Me: “What?!”

Manager: “This is a Nepali restaurant; if she says any other racist things, I will kick her out.” 

Related:
Discrimination Is Not On The Menu

Customer: “Do you have any guys working who can help me with a computer?”

Me: “No, but I have a girl working who can help you with a computer.”

Customer: “No guys, eh?”

Me: “Nope, there are only three of us working tonight, and we’re all girls. [Sales Associate] is the sales associate tonight, so I’ll get her for you.”

Customer: “Oh, yeah, I saw her already; she doesn’t know anything.”

Me: *Confused* “She doesn’t?”

Customer: “Well, I don’t know. I didn’t actually talk to her.”

Me: *Screaming internally* “I’ll get her for you.”

The sales associate comes up.

Customer: “You don’t know anything about Macs, do you?”

Sales Associate: “Of course, I do!”

Customer: “…Oh.”

The girl answered his question and got him the item he needed to solve his problem.

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Can’t Hear You Over The Sound Of Your Ovaries, Part 6
Can’t Hear You Over The Sound Of Your Ovaries, Part 5
Can’t Hear You Over The Sound Of Your Ovaries, Part 4
Can’t Hear You Over The Sound Of Your Ovaries, Part 3
Can’t Hear You Over The Sound Of Your Ovaries, Part 2