I work for a budget airline. A passenger is speaking to his daughter in front of us.

Passenger: “You’d better hurry up and do your homework, or you’ll end up with a low-level job like her.”

The passenger points to a flight attendant, my coworker. My coworker, quick as lightning, turns to the daughter.

Coworker: “Well, you know what? If your daddy had done his homework, he could afford to fly you [Expensive Airline] instead of [Budget Airline].”

After that, he kept his mouth shut until we landed.

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I work in a corporate chain restaurant. I’m an eighteen-year-old hostess. The customer is about a thirty- to forty-year-old female, and she sounds very disgusted.

Customer: “You allow dogs in here?”

She is referring to another customer with a service dog.

Me: “It’s a service dog.”

Customer: “It better be! That’s gross! Are you sure it’s a service dog?!”

Me: “The customer has a badge around his neck for the dog and our managers have seen the paperwork.”

Customer: “What kind of service dog is it?! It’s disgusting that it’s allowed in here!”

Me: “I’m not sure, but service dogs are used for all different things. Again, our managers have seen the paperwork and the person has a badge for the dog around his neck.”

Customer: “Well, check again! It’s against health code!

She then stormed out. This all happened after she had eaten and paid for the meal.

The customers with the service dog have become recent regulars of ours, and I really hope they didn’t hear how rude the others were being.

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I work as a bouncer and doorman at a local bar. It is a bar but not exactly a “party” kind of bar, so I am supposed to turn away anyone who turns up that is too drunk to behave.

A man approaches wearing a hot pink shirt and very tight white pants. He is staggering and slurring his words and very clearly drunk.

Me: “I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t let you in.”

Man: “AND JUST WHY THE H*** NOT?!”

Me: “Because you are very clearly drunk. I can call you a cab but I won’t be letting you in in your current state.”

The man leaves in a cab. The next day, however, I am called in by my boss. When I arrive, the man is sitting there with my boss, and both look extremely angry.

Boss: “[My Name]. This man claims you kicked him out of the bar for being gay.”

Me: “Uh… First off, I had no idea he was gay, and I didn’t kick him out. I didn’t let him in because he was hammered.”

Man: “Shut up, you homophobe. Honestly, I can’t believe people still hire a**holes like you.”

Boss: “Wait, wait, wait. If you never even went in, and you were turned away at the door, how would he even know that you were gay?”

Man: “I mean, look at me; I am flaming! I had a hot pink shirt and everything; he obviously knew! Now, I demand you fire him!”

Boss: “So… you want me to fire an employee because he didn’t stereotype you?”

Man: “It’s not hard to spot a gay man; we have a pretty distinct style!”

Boss: “Okay, first off, I will not fire an employee for doing his job, and secondly, I’m gay and have never worn pink in my life, so you shouldn’t stereotype!”

After double-checking security footage, where we could clearly see the man fall over drunk, my boss banned the patron from the bar and apologized for calling me in on my day off.

A guy approaches my desk. He has an aggressive stance, fists clenched, and a nasty glare. I know I’m in for it.

Guy: “Give me a room!”

Me: “No, we don’t have any rooms.”

Guy: *Barks* “NOW!”

Me: “I said we don’t have any rooms.”

Guy: “Liar! Give me your name!”

Me: “My name is [My First Name].”

Guy: “And your last!”

Me: “No.”

Guy: “I want your last name! You are required, by law, to give me your full name!”

Me: “No, I’m not, and if you don’t leave I’ll call the police.”

He slapped his palm on my desk loudly and stomped off, twisting his neck to glare at me as he went. Later, he put in a complaint that I had discriminated against his race because I didn’t give him a room. The manager checked and saw that we were indeed sold out, but I admit, I wouldn’t have sold him a room anyway because of his nasty attitude!

I’m a customer in line at a post office. A mother, her young son, and a baby in a carrier are with her; the baby is on the floor, as there are no desks. The young son and the mother are speaking in Hebrew. I’m wearing a simple black T-shirt and wide punk-style rave pants.

Boy: *In Hebrew* “Mom, that girl is staring at [Baby] weirdly.”

Mom: *In Hebrew* “Just ignore her. You know how non-Jews are. They’re all stupid idiots. Just ignore her.”

I reply to them, grinning widely.

Me: *In Hebrew* “I can speak Hebrew, too.”

Both mother and son turn to stare at me in shock. The employee behind the counter grins as well, but otherwise says nothing.

Me: *In Hebrew* “Hi! Your baby is adorable.”

I’ve never seen a family rush out of an establishment so quickly before. The employee behind the counter gave me a free stamp.