Not Sure Who Wears The Pants In This Relationship

| NY, USA | Romantic | April 25, 2017

(My husband and I have just finished dinner and are walking back to the car. The parking lot was crowded when we arrived, so the car is a bit far out. I’m absolutely freezing; I’m wearing a knee-length, short-sleeved dress and no coat, because I was an idiot and didn’t bring one. We make it to the car and are buckling in when I realize that I left my phone in the restaurant.)

Me: “Oh, no, I left my phone! Back out into the cold for me.”

Husband: “I’ll go get it.”

Me: “No, I left it in the ladies’ room. I’ll just walk really fast.”

Husband: “Wait a second.”

(He proceeds to take off his pants and give them to me.)

Husband: “These will keep you warm.”

Me: *trying not to laugh* “Babe, I was just going to ask for your jacket.”

Husband: “Well… the pants are off now, so just take them.”

Me: “This is really weird and really sweet.”

(Luckily his pants weren’t too big on me, and they WERE warm. I did cause a few double-takes in the restaurant, though.)

Tattootally Unacceptable Behavior

| AL, USA | Right | April 25, 2017

(My husband owns a restaurant and I work as a hostess. A couple walks in with their young daughter, who is maybe three or four. I have full sleeve tattoos on both my arms and bright blue hair. I am also heavily pregnant.)

Me: “Hello, welcome to [Restaurant]! Two adults and one child?”

(The wife is staring at me horrified.)

Customer: “You should be ashamed!”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Customer: “Bringing a child into this world looking like that. Have you no respect? I bet you’re on something, too. Your baby is going to have so many problems.”

(I’m obviously shocked and nearly in tears. Her husband looks mortified by her behavior.)

Customer’s Husband: *to me* “I’m so sorry. She’s usually not like this.” *to her* “There is no need to berate this poor woman.”

(The woman continues to insult me over her husband’s pleas. Luckily one of our servers hears and goes and gets my husband, who is also heavily tattooed, who had been cleaning and is wearing long yellow gloves.)

My Husband: “Ma’am I think you need to leave.”

Customer: “Who are you? A dishwasher? I demand to see the owner and complain about his hoodlum employees!”

My Husband: “Actually I’m the owner and you’ve been insulting my wife here.” *turning to her husband and daughter* “You two are free to stay but she must leave.”

(The customer looks pointedly at her husband who sighs heavily.)

Customer’s Husband: “Go home, dear.”

(The customer stormed out angrily, cursing. Luckily she didn’t try to come back and her husband left me a hefty tip!)

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Some Customers Are Complete Trash

, | Australia | Right | April 24, 2017

I work part-time at a well-known fast food restaurant. After a busy lunch period, I’m in the dining room cleaning up. The floor is absolutely filthy after having some 2500 people through the doors in around two hours or so.

After changing bins and clearing tables, I sweep and mop the entire floor. While I am doing this, a female customer is watching me from a nearby table with her two small children. They eat their meals and linger for a while, with the mother continuing to watch me and the two children playing with the toys that came with their meals.

It takes me about 45 minutes to finish sweeping and mopping the floor. I finally finish the last corner and just as I’m putting the mop back in the bucket, the woman stands up with her two kids and begins to walk towards me carrying their tray. I am standing near the bins, so I think nothing of it.

They stopped next to the bins, and the mother made eye contact with me, pulled the lid off her almost full large soda and poured the entire thing on the floor, never breaking eye contact. She then dropped the cup, lid, and straw, as well as the entire tray of rubbish, onto the ground into the soda, and then proceeded to walk over it, and out of the store. I was too shocked to even respond.

My Day Would Be Better If You’d Speak Up!

| Phoenix, AZ, USA | Right | April 24, 2017

(I work at a large sandwich chain. In our particular store, the back of the line is really loud, and I’m slightly hard of hearing. Usually customers are gracious about me asking them to repeat themselves and speak a little louder and enunciate so that I can understand them, but sometimes they don’t.)

Me: “What can I get you for veggies on your sandwich?”

Customer: *something I can’t quite understand*

Me: “Pardon?”

Customer: *something I still can’t understand*

Me: “I’m sorry?”

Customer: *something I still can’t understand, not speaking up or enunciating at all*

Me: “Pardon?”

Customer: *looking at the person behind him with a ‘can you believe this dips***?’ expression* “For the fourth time, how was your day?”

Their Gay Appalling

| NM, USA | Related | April 22, 2017

(I’m a waitress and my aunt and uncle come in with their great grandson, eight, and great granddaughter, six. Their grandson is my cousin [not the father of above children] and he’s around the same age as me. He’s also gay. His family jumps from being okay with it to being appalled by it. We make small talk and they order. I’m bringing out their food at this time.)

Me: “So how is [Gay Cousin]? I haven’t seen him and his boyfriend in awhile.”

Aunt: *stark white* “Fine.” *she says it fast and quick*

(I realize they’re in the appalled-by-it phase so I change the subject and leave the table. My aunt comes up to me as they’re cashing out.)

Aunt: “Look here. [Gay Cousin] is not gay. We don’t talk about it. He has his friend. I want you to go explain to [Young Niece and Nephew] that boys can’t be with boys. NOW!”

Me: *chuckles because I’m nervous and a little off-put* “They can, though. I’m just gonna tell them that sometimes, boys like boys and girls like girls. So maybe you’d prefer to tell them?”

(She looked like she wanted to kill me. At a loss for words, she turned away from me and walked out, telling her niece and nephew that I was going to Hell. She never talked to me again. Oh, well.)

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