My friend was trying to conceive using donor sperm shipped to them. Their adoptive son saw the container arrive and asked his mother what it was.

Friend: “You know how we plant seeds to make plants grow? These are sort of like baby seeds. They go into me and, hopefully, they will make a baby start growing!”

Her son seemed content with this; he already knew they were trying for another child. A few weeks later, my friend was on Facebook when she saw a post from her son’s pregnant teacher.

Teacher: “The things you hear as a teacher. Today, I had a kid ask me if I was pregnant because my husband planted baby seeds in me.”

Realizing that had to have been her son, my friend wrote back apologizing and explaining the context of her son’s question. The teacher just wished her good luck with growing her baby seeds.

I have just started a new job as a stocker in a popular chain store. So far, I’ve mostly worked one department while occasionally jumping into other departments. The one department I’ve worked the most is Health/Beauty and Cosmetics. Even though I’m only been here three weeks, I’ve gotten the area down. One day, during my third week here, I am stocking some shampoos when a customer comes up to me.

Customer: “Do you have male gloves?”

Me: “Yes, what kind of gloves are you looking for?”

I think he’s looking for automotive gloves or gardening gloves.

Customer: “No, no. Male gloves.”

What the h*** else would be ‘male gloves’? I have a very confused look on my face.

Customer: “MALE GLOVESSSSS!”

He points to his pants. Sometimes I can’t catch onto things, so I still look confused.

Customer: *Sighs* “You know, condoms?!”

Me: “Oh, yeah! They’re just a couple aisles over in the cosmetics section.”

Who the h*** says, “Male gloves,” for condoms?

Me: “You could have said that; there’s no shame here.”

Customer: “I didn’t want to make it weird.”

Well, congratulations. You did!

The power company comes out to our store before we open to shut off the power for a bit to test stuff. Turning it back on shorts out our freezers for the frozen aisles. No one notices until it is too late, so for the next five and a half hours, five other workers and I spend our time clearing out the messy, now unfrozen, items.

Customer #1: “Oh, what’s going on?”

Me: “Our freezers shorted out, so we have to pull all this product.”

Customer #1: “Oh, okay.”

She proceeds to attempt to shop in the freezer section anyway.

Coworker: “Ma’am! We just said that the freezers were broken. We can’t sell that right now!”

Customer #1: “Oh, but I was going to have it for dinner.”

Next customer:

Customer #2: “Why’s this so warm and wet?”

Coworker: “Our freezers broke. I’m sorry but we can’t sell that.”

Customer #2: “Well, you should have said something!”

This is after they have bypassed our barricades and such.

Coworker: “Right.”

The next customer is holding literal cartons of ice cream soup, trying not to squeeze too hard so the top pops off or spills.

Customer #3: “Oh, what happened to your ice cream?

Me: “All our ice cream is melted. Our freezers aren’t working. None of it is frozen anymore.”

She is still holding the ice cream. Ice cream is now dripping from it and several other tubs have popped open and are leaking.

Customer #3: “Oh. Are you sure I can’t grab some?”

I work in a library. One day, the phone rings and my coworker answers it. She is a middle-aged lady who is very mature and proper.

Coworker: “Hello, [Library], how may I help you?”

I hear the garbled sound of the caller speaking over the phone.

Coworker: “Oh, my! Watch your mouth, young lady!” *Hangs up*

Me: “What did she say?”

Coworker: “She was a prankster. She said she wanted something called The V-A-G-I-N-A Monologues.“

Me: “Um, [Coworker], you do realize there is an actual book called The Vagina Monologues, right?”

My coworker turned bright red.

I just moved back to this state. I decide I want to take up fishing again. I go to the store so I can get a license and new gear at the same time. I end up spending about $90, which is about what I budgeted.

I’m walking out with this obviously brand-new fishing gear, and as I’m nearing the door, I see this friendly-looking stranger approaching.

Stranger: “Hi there! Have you just started fishing?”

We talk for a few minutes. He says goodbye and holds out his hand to shake, and as we shake, he slips a $100 bill in my hand.

Stranger: “Congrats on the new hobby!”

And he walks away, quickly blending into the crowd, and all I have time to do before I lose sight of him is to yell, “Thank you!”

This happened three years ago and I will never forget this random act of kindness. If you’re reading this, sir, again, thank you!

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