God Loves Little Boys Who Stand Up For Others

| Bath, England, UK | At The Checkout, Bigotry, Family & Kids, Top

(I and my seven-year-old son are shopping for a birthday present for a girl in his class. She’s asked for dressing up clothes or accessories so we get a wand, tiara, and jewellery. I also have our regular shopping in the trolley. We get to the tills and there’s at least a three person queue at each till. We join a queue and have waited a couple of minutes when my son puts the tiara on and waves the wand.)

Son: *in a “posh” voice* “I’m the Queen and I say this line should move faster!”

(I and a few others smile at his playfulness when a man in line at the next till yells at me.)

Man: “You can’t let your son do that. If he turns into a f****t it’ll be your fault.”

(Everyone stops and stares at him in horror whilst the cashiers call for a manager.)

Son: “What’s a f****t?”

Me: “It’s a nasty word that only nasty people use so you mustn’t say it.”

Man: “It means gay, kid.”

Son: “What’s gay?”

Man: “It means you’re bad and going to Hell for being evil.”

Me: “It’s when a man loves a man and a lady loves a lady.”

Son: “Oh, like Uncle James and Uncle Ian?”

Me: “Yep, just like Uncle James and Uncle Ian. They’re not bad, are they?”

(My brother is a paediatric oncologist and his partner is a paediatric nurse. We’ve tried to explain what cancer is and how my brother and his partner make children feel better when they’re poorly.)

Son: “My uncles make children better when they have poorly blood and poorly bones. If you make them go to Hell that means you want the children to be poorly.”

(The manager and a security guard turn up but my son looks this man in the eye and holds his stare.)

Son: “Do you want the children to be poorly? Do you want them to be sick and have to go to Heaven?”

(Everyone is now staring at my son. The man has gone red and is looking around.)

Manager: “Sir, I believe you’ve just been outwitted by a child. You should leave now and keep your disgusting views to yourself and out of my shop.”

(The manager offered to pay for our shopping but I declined. He did, however, offer my son a toy. He chose a dress for his friend’s present.)

God Loves Little Girls Who Stand Up For Others

Needs Baaaaaaacon…

| USA | April Fool's Day, Zombies

(The zombie apocalypse has just begun. The supermarket I work at is being looted by the survivors and I decide to join in. As I’m filling up my bag with canned goods a customer approaches me.)

Customer: “I need bacon.”

Me: “Seriously?”

Customer: “Yes, seriously! I demand to eat bacon! I will NOT start the zombie apocalypse on common canned goods.”

Me: “Well, then, try the meat section. Now if you don’t mind, I–”

Customer: “I already tried the meat section, stupid! It’s empty! I need you to go into the back and get me some!”

(I am so shocked by this customer’s attitude that I have no response. Then I realize the back does contain more canned goods that I can use, so I decide to play along and go look for his bacon. I get to the back and I see the door has just burst open with some ravenous zombies. Luckily they don’t see me and I sneak back out on to the shop floor, only to be confronted by the customer.)

Customer: Well?! Where is my d*** bacon!”

Me: “You know what, sir? There’s so much bacon back here I couldn’t carry it all. But it’s all free so why don’t you go back there and help yourself?”

Customer: *eyes light up* “Really?”

Me: “Sure! Knock yourself out.”

Don’t Believe In The BRAAAINZ

| S-Mart | April Fool's Day, Zombies

(I’ve had a long shift at a busy register and I can’t wait to get home.  The boss starts closing down the store, while telling everyone that zombies are running amuck outside.  My bagger and I look at each other.  The boss has been known for his silly humor, so we just roll our eyes and shrug it off.)

Me: *on automatic*  “How are you today? Do you have your [Store] savings card?”

Customer: “BRAAAIIINZ.”

Me: *scanning things from his cart* “Yeah, the boss is such a joker.  Who’d really believe there are zombies?”

Customer:  “BRAAAIIINZZ!”

Me: “Ok, sure.  So, do you want the milk bagged or just put in your cart with a sticker?”

Customer: “BRAAAAAAAAAAIIIINZZZZ!”  *he reaches a hand towards my head*

Me: *moving to avoid the hand* “Very funny, sir.  Your total is [total].”

(The customer slides his debit card and punches in the PIN.  I hand him his receipt.)

Me: “Have a good night, sir, and watch out for the ‘zombies’!”

Customer: “BRAAAAINZ!”

(That customer was one of the last ones out.  Shortly after, I left, although my boss tried to stop me while still going on about zombies.  I ignored him and was promptly bitten.  BRAAAINZ!)