Various Degrees Of Rudeness

| MO, USA | Bad Behavior, Family & Kids, Money, Popular, School

(I work as a cashier in a college town. I have already graduated but remain to work until I can find a job with my degree. It’s a busy day when an older man, in about his 60s, comes to my line. I know him to make rude and often sexist remarks at the expense of those around him. Behind him in line is a lady about the same age with her own shopping.)

Male Customer: *jokingly, as I start scanning his items* “So, you’re paying for my groceries today, right?”

Me: *trying to be polite and joking in return* “Well, if I could afford to do that, I wouldn’t be staying here to work on paying off my student loans!”

Male Customer: “Well, you should have had that figured out before you graduated high school!”

Me: *shocked, I try to remain good natured* “That would have been nice; not everyone could be so lucky. My first two years were paid for with scholarships, but the rest of my schooling was still very expensive.”

Male Customer: “My boys had it all figured out. You really shouldn’t be in college if you can’t pay for it.”

(The female customer behind him, obviously annoyed, starts to stand up for me as I continue scanning his items.)

Female Customer: “I know it’s hard these days. Everything is based on your income and tuition is so high. Good for you for getting an education. What was your major, dear?”

Me: “Thank you. I majored in environmental geology.”

Male Customer: “You’re never going to get a job.”

(Sadly, this isn’t the first time I’ve heard this. He’s already upset me in the past, so I’m determined to not let him do so again.)

Me: “Oh, I think I will. I’ve already had three job interviews, so I think my chances are pretty good.”

Male Customer: “Not with a degree like that. My boys majored in something smart, parks and recreation. They got good jobs and make more money than I ever thought possible.”

Me: “Well, that’s great for them. I’ll find a job here soon enough, and I’ll make plenty of money to cover the rest of my loans. Here’s your receipt.”

(He took his items and left, but not before summarizing that I would be working there with my worthless degree. I started ringing up the female customer’s items, obviously upset even though I had tried to not show it. She told me that she had known the old man since high school and his whole family did nothing but whine and complain about everything. She also told me that she was very proud of my education and wished me luck on my job search. If it weren’t for her, that man would have ruined my whole day!)


A Dark Assumption

| NV, USA | Bigotry, Popular

(Our retail store hires a young African-American student to work on our sales floor. He’s funny, intelligent, and so sweet, he’s practically made of sugar. In short, he’s the least intimidating person in our staff. A middle-aged female customer comes up to me, looking a bit nervous.)

Customer: “Excuse me.”

Me: “Yes, ma’am.”

Customer: “I need to ask you a question. Do you have a black man working here?”

Me: “Yes… that’s [New Hire]. He’s been here for about two weeks.”

Customer: *relieved* “Oh, thank goodness. I was worried there for a moment. I own the shop next door and I was attacked by a black man last week. I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t him.”

(I assure her that my coworker is, in fact, supposed to be here, and she happily walks away. I’m both startled and angry that the lady would assume that my sweet coworker would be her attacker simply because he is black. Frustrated, I head into the back room where the new hire and the manager are working. I relay the story to my manager while my coworker listens a few feet away.)

Manager: *jokingly* “[New Hire]! You haven’t been attacking anyone lately, have you?!”

New Hire: *also jokingly* “Not that I know of…”

(I’m glad he was such a good sport about it and laughed it off, but it still pissed me off that the lady would accuse my coworker of such a terrible thing based solely on his skin color.)


Daisy, Daisy, Give Me Your Answer Threw

| Gettysburg, PA, USA | Bizarre

(We get a lot of strange customers in the relics shop where I work. Most of them are older people who just have too much money and don’t know what to do with all of it, so they decide to spend it on expensive cannonballs and things of that nature. When we get a REALLY weird customer in, we write down their name and what they did.)

Older Woman: *picking up various bullets, shells, and other old things*

Me: “Can I help you find something?”

Older Woman: *almost blissful smile* “No, thank you, I’m just listening to their stories.”

Me: “Their stories?”

Older Woman: *suddenly grimacing as she picks up one particular shell* “Yes, dear, they speak to me and tell me what they’ve seen. I only buy the ones that tell really good stories!”

Me: *slowly backing up as this woman is actually starting to scare me with the faces she’s making but still trying to look interested* “Oh, okay, then. Let me know if you need any help!”

Older Woman: *suddenly throwing a twelve pound cannonball across the room with incoherent screeching*

Me: *running back to the desk to grab the pepper spray if she becomes violent* “MA’AM, PLEASE DON’T THROW THINGS IN THE STORE!”

Older Woman: *now calm* “Sorry, dear, that one just frightened me. All it did was scream.”

Me: “Oookaaayyyy…”

Older Woman: *bringing something which I can’t identify beyond ‘twisted piece of rusted metal’* “This one sings quite nicely. I’d like to take it home.”

Me: *glad she’s finally leaving* “Will that be all for you today?”

Older Woman: *paying and leaving* “Yes, dear, thank you very much!”

Me: *turning to coworker who has worked here for twenty some years* “What just happened?!”

Coworker: “Oh, that was Daisy. She’s a bit on the odd side. You’ll see her at least two more times before this summer is over.”

Me: *resigning to the insanity* “I’m writing my letter of resignation to give [Boss] as soon as I see Daisy walk in the door again.”