(I work at a gas station and this happened while talking to a regular)
Him: I just was at the dentist and they said I need a filling, but I don’t understand, I don’t eat anything with sugar and I even drink my tea black
(Note, he was holding a pack of cigarettes and drinking a coffee I just made him)
Me: uh, coffee is bad for your teeth, and so are cigarettes….
Him: oh, really? I didn’t know that, oh well

*I’m quite prudish. I’m not one for dresses or skirts, and I don’t really like showing too much skin. That’s my choice and I’m perfectly fine with it. Some people, I guess, aren’t. Aside from my parents begrudgingly having to accept their daughter not being as outgoing in style as most others, I’ve had friends who were a bit rude about it, too. One situation goes like this: I’m in a clothing store with a few friends.*

Me: *Looking around at whatever outfits are on the mannequins.* Oh this looks nice.

Friend 1: Yea? Why don’t you get it? It’ll look cute on you!

Me: Oh no, it’s not my style. I think it’d be much nicer on one of you!

Friend 2: Oh no! Come on [My Name]! Try it on.

Me: I’m not comfortable wearing something like that. It’s fine! I’ll look somewhere else for something new. No issue!

*Friend 1 and 2 exchange glances*

Me: What?

Friend 1: Well… you’re always like this. You never wear dresses, you never show off a bit. It’s… getting kind of…

Friend 2: Annoying.

Me: *Taken aback* Annoying?

Friend 1: *Nods* We were hoping you’d find something else today… but I guess not.

Friend 2: Honestly feels like a waste of time being here.

Me: I’ve never liked wearing dresses… you know that. I’m uncomfortable wearing them…

Friend 1: Maybe we should take you home. It’s not fun being around a killjoy, you know.

Friend 2: We’ll bring you along on our day outs once you stop being a f***ing prude. It’s not difficult to wear a dress. Get over it.

*I’m a little shocked by Friend 2’s sudden change in tone. I didn’t say anything until we got to the car, where I told them I’m sorry that my preferred style isn’t like theirs. They just told me to grow up before dropping me off back home. I haven’t spoken to them since, but some of our friends in the same circle told me that they were talking down about me and the incident. Thankfully my other friends didn’t pay much mind to them. I don’t mind you wearing what makes you comfortable and happy! Go for it! But please respect what others want to wear. It’s not difficult.*

(My boyfriend is looking for a job. Our roommate works at an upscale car wash and offers to get him a job there. He agrees. After a couple days of working, my boyfriend comes home looking stressed.)
Me: What’s wrong?
Boyfriend: I’m not sure about this job. Some of the things the owner does is…not good.
Me: Wait, what do you mean?
Boyfriend: Well, there’s a tip jar, but she keeps any bills over $5. She fired someone the other day for dropping a couple things, and told him she’d make sure he never finds another job again. And there’s a few people that definitely are being paid under the table. Plus I never got a proper training and I’m expected to do as well as everyone else already.
Me: …a lot of that isn’t legal. You know that, right?
Boyfriend: Yeah, I know.
(We end up printing out some law references. I come in with my boyfriend and roommate the next day.)
Owner: *sees me* Who’s this b****? I’m not hiring her!
Me: Trust me, I wouldn’t wanna work here.
Owner: Then why the f*** are you here?!
(I pull out the papers and explain every law that I know she’s breaking. It’s a decent list, as our roommate told us many other things the owner does.)
Owner: You can’t prove that! You can’t prove anything!
Me: Actually, we can. We’ve got video and audio evidence of enough violations. If you fire [boyfriend] or [roommate], we can sue, as they have a legal right to report violations without retaliation.
Owner: Well…I’ll just fire everyone! You can’t sue if I fire EVERYONE!
(She did, in fact, fire her whole crew. Last I heard, she had to sell the business because she couldn’t get anyone to work for her.)

I live in a multilingual country, with German, French and Italian being three of the four official languages. English is not an official language, nevertheless a lot of the people, especially the younger generation can speak it sufficiently well, me included.
We are in a bus where a young woman, late teens or very early twenties is sitting a few seats away from me. She is sitting next to the standing area. In the standing area is an middle aged woman with a lot of full shopping bags.
When the bus takes a sudden turn, the middle aged woman sways for a short moment before regaining her posture again. But in the process, her shopping bags brush against the young woman’s legs.
Immediately, the young woman starts loudly complaining in English to the older woman about this mishap. It becomes apparent, that the older woman is not able to understand English as she tries to use the few words she know to explain herself. What also becomes apparent, is that she is not a native Swiss, but probably belongs to the large population of immigrants from the Balkan-area (former Yugoslavia).
When the young woman realizes, that the older woman does not speak or understand English, she begins berating her, claiming she is uneducated and should learn English.
unfortunately, I was sitting too far away and the bus was full of people, to make my way to the two.
But it made me so angry, that a young foreigner, not speaking any of our national languages, was berating another person who might have at one point immigrated to Switzerland, but learnt the language!

this happened after i just left my job in the militairy, for later in the story im 6,4 and altough ive always been on the skinny side my job in the army and extra work outs made me pretty muscular, i just took a job in a small store untill i can find a better job. It wasnt in the best neighbourhood but it was the quickest job offer i got.
The store where i work has only females working besides the manager who is a very small but friendly man, so the day i started the first problem was that they couldnt find a shirt in my size, mostly because all they had there were for females and all small, my manager said he would order one for me but asked me if i could atleast try one of the small girls one on for today, i accepted and lo and behold it fitted, barely. It was really tight and i couldnt close the last two buttons, anyway the day started and he asked me if i could add the new products to the shelves and handed me sheetd with photos of how it should look like, i started working and helping customers in the meantime, i was stocking a shelf at the bottom and sitting on my knees when i heard a alot of noise coming from the registers behind me, i turned around and there was a man ( obviously drunk ) and about 6 feet standing at the registers and harrassing two of my female coworkers ( note they are all about 5.2 feet )

Drunk customer : you girls are so pretty. I swear all the girls that work here are gorgeus, why dont you come with me after youre done working and i can show you both a good time ( he was licking his lips in a disgusting way while he said this )

Female coworker 1 : no thankyou sir, and now you have paid for your purchase can you move aside so i can help the other costumers

Drunk costumer : c’mon dont be like that, ill treat you really good and i earn alot of money to …spoil you

Female coworker 2 : sir , please youre holding up the line and there are other costumers waiting to pay

Drunk costumer : oh dont be mad at me baby girl , you can join us to, im generous enough to share

At this point i had enough so i decide to step in

Me : HEY BUDDY! I dont apreciate how youre talking to my coworkers so if youre done with your purchases and paid for them you should leave the store and continue your day

The moment i said that he looked like he was about to flip, his face twisted with anger he turned around untill he saw me

Drunk costumer : AND WHAT THE F… ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT YOU F…… SON OF A B….

He walked ( or rather wobbled ) over me untill he was standing right before me

Drunk costumer : C’MON THEN YOU F…… A.. LETS DO THIS

As he said this i was slowly getting up and rising to my feet, as soon as i got up he saw that i was a head taller and he already had the ‘deer in the headlights ‘ look on his face, the moment i stood up straight the most beautifull thing that could happen at such a moment happened, my shirt that was way to small completely tore apart, all the buttons broke and came off, the arms were ripped up and there basicly wasnt much left of it

Me : oh, oops, now did i recall you saying something?

Drunk costumer : ehh… No? No.. No i dont think i did ehh… i.. I have to go now

As he was starting to walk away i grabbed him by his wrist and pulled him towards me

Me : arnt you forgetting to say something to my lovely coworkers

Drunk customer : eh.. Thankyou?…. Uhh and im sorry? Yeah yeah im sorry…

Me : good, i said with a smile, thankyou very much for shopping with us today i hope you have a great day

As he walked out of the store everyone bursted out in laughter and my coworkers breathed a sigh of relief

Coworker 1 : well youve met (regular drunk ) untill now none of us could really do something against him and we were forced to wait it out

Me : well glad i fixed that problem but what about my shirt!?

Coworker 2 : ( while laughing ) yeah forget about that. You can take a break and help manager process the incoming shipment in the storage afterwards

We never saw the drunk regular again.. I have no idea why.
The next day my coworkers pranked me by hiding the man shirts that got delivered for me and told me i should just keep wearing the woman shirts because they had a much better effect.