(I have a summer pass to a nearby public pool, and I go pretty often. During mid-June, I notice there is a woman and her baby who are there regularly. We don’t really talk, but I do make a few comments on how adorable her little girl is. The baby couldn’t have been more than a few weeks old. I saw her breastfeeding the baby a few times, but no one ever commented until one day in early July. Her baby starts crying, so the mother begins breastfeeding her. A man goes up to her, and just watches for a few seconds, then speaks to her.)

Man: “That is so disgusting. I can’t believe you’re doing that in public.”

Mother: “I’m just feeding my child.”

Man: “Well, at least don’t pull out your f****** t*ts in public! There are children here!”

Mother: “I’m not exposing anything, and I must feed my child. Please just mind your own bus—”

Man: *interrupting her* “I can see almost your entire t*t, you wh**e. So, if you can just whip out your t*t in public to feed that thing, does that mean I can whip out my d*** in public and—”

Me: *interrupting him, and VERY loudly* “YOU FEED SEMEN TO YOUR INFANT CHILDREN?!”

(Many people heard me, and almost all of them turned to look.)

Man: “What?! No. I would ne— I– I’ve never done— I wouldn’t do that.”

(He then scurried away, looking quite embarrassed.)

This story is part of our Breastfeeding roundup!

Read the next Breastfeeding roundup story!

Read the Breastfeeding roundup!

I’m out for dinner with my parents and grandfather from my dad’s side. My grandfather is treating me and my parents because I had just graduated the day before.

At this restaurant we order appetizers, meals, and hot tea. It is really nice and pleasant and the waitress is terrific, super polite and pleasant. The bill comes and it is $60.05.

I watch him pull out exactly $70.05. The waitress comes and takes the money and brings him the change. He puts both $5s back in his wallet and puts $3 dollars out on the table for a tip. I am so upset for the waitress and so is my mom.

Luckily my mom made an excuse and we stayed behind and left her another $12.

(It’s a very busy day. While I’m in the middle of helping someone, another patron approaches me.)

Patron: “I was looking for my wife’s hold, but it’s not on the shelf. Could it still be in the back room?”

Me: “It might be. Once I’m finished helping this patron, I’ll go check for you.”

Patron: “Oh, don’t worry, then; I’ll go check.”

(I watch, incredulous, as the patron proceeds to wander into our staff area and start examining the shelves, none of which would have any holds.)

Me: “Umm… actually, this is the staff area. We need you to wait out here. I’ll be with you in just a second.”

Patron: “But it’s just back here!”

(He glared at me for a moment before storming out. Not a minute later, his wife came in and waited politely for me, something that was apparently too difficult for her husband.)

(It’s back-to-school season and our small store has a coloring competition for children to win a free backpack filled with school supplies. Because the age range for participants is four to twelve years old, it’s a random draw and we take submissions for about two weeks. On the day of the draw, just after we’ve randomly drawn a winner, a couple that appears to be in their fifties enters the store and the gentleman picks up one of the submission papers and begins to draw with the store-provided crayons.)

Customer: “When will this drawing be held, anyway?”

Me: “Oh, I’m very sorry, sir, but submissions closed a couple of hours ago. We’ve actually already drawn the winner!”

Customer: *suddenly irate* “What?! Well, who won?”

Me: “This is the winning picture!”

(I show him the coloring. It’s obviously not the best drawing and not even inside the lines, but it was a very small child so what do you expect?)

Customer: *snorts* “At least you should limit it to people who actually colored in the whole thing!”

Me: “Well, sir… it was a random drawing.”

Customer’s Wife: “And anyway, we only came here to schedule a [service that we’re known for] for him.”

Customer: *still coloring* “No! I don’t want to do it now!”

Customer’s Wife: “What? Really?” *incredulous look at him* “[Customer], don’t do this. You’ve got to be kidding!”

Customer: “I don’t feel like it. I’m not stubborn! I just don’t want to now.” *folds up his coloring page and storms off*

This story is part of our Crayon Roundup!

Read the next Crayon Roundup story!

Read the Crayon Roundup!

(Both my younger sister and I identify as queer. She’s currently away at a college half an hour from the town where our mother and I live. While driving with my mom one evening, we see a rainbow.)

Me: “Hah, it’s coming from [Sister]! I feel like I need to call her now. ‘I saw your signal. What do you need?’”

(The next day, I’m driving to bring my sister back to town and mention the conversation to her.)

Sister: “Oh, that was probably a signal of my death. I’m no longer president of the GSA.”

Me: “Wait, when did this happen? Just yesterday?”

Sister: “Yeah, around six pm-ish.”

Me: “Holy s***, maybe it was you signaling!”

This story is part of our Rainbow roundup!

Read the next Rainbow roundup story!

Read the Rainbow roundup!