My mom,me, and my brother, go to a candy store. Note my brother has very long hair, and dresses kinda feminine.

Cashier: Whould your daughter like the jelly beans?
My mom does a double take
Mom:My daughter-oh my son.
Cashier:That’s a boy?!
(The cashier apologizes and gives a free sample of some candy to us.)My brother still hasn’t cut his hair.

I am in law enforcement working security at Jamaican music concert. My lieutenant and I are talking when I see a bunch of kids, aged 7 to 10 or so, pulling on one of the venue signs that is stuck in the ground. I walk over and ask them not to play or pull on the signs. Minutes later I see one of the same kids yanking back and forth on the sign trying to pull it up. I yell ‘Stop!’ and walk over to the kid. ‘I asked you not to play with the sign.’ Kid walks off, I walk back to my lieutenant, we continue to talk until a woman who is holding her (9-year-old) son like a baby in her arms. “I don’t appreciate you talking to my son like that. He is upset now. You should have come and got me and let me handle him, don’t you think?” (my lieutenant standing next to me) Me; No, I don’t know your son or you and would not have known to come to you. Her: You should still have asked around before yelling at my son. Me: Well, I did ask him and some other kids not to play with the signs but he came back and was trying to pull the sign out of the ground. Her: I can’t believe you would just yell randomly at my son. Me: It wasn’t random, he was doing something I had asked him not to do and if you were so concerned about him and his feeling, maybe you should have been paying more attention to him. Her: Huffs angrily, “Well, I guess this is just ruined for us now, we are leaving.” My lieutenant and continue talking.

I used to work at a coffee shop. My manager there was Polish. I’m clearing tables when this happens.

Customer (whispering): excuse me

Me: Hi! What can I help you with?

Customer (still whispering): do the sandwiches here have mayo in them?

Me: no they don’t, but we have salad cream out on the side.

Customer: Oh, that’s good. I was going to ask the other girl at the counter but I thought she wouldn’t understand me, because…(looks furtively around and leans in towards me) she’s, you know…foreign.

All I could think of to say was ‘oh, okay’, because the way the woman acted was so weird. She said ‘foreign’ like it was a curse word and looked incredibly worried the whole conversation. My manager speaks English perfectly, obviously, or she wouldn’t have been at the counter serving customers.

(I used to work at a family owned feed store. My coworker and I had been friends since high school and often flirted and bickered and teased each other, so much that it was just second nature. A customer watches one of our typical exchanges and pipes up)
Customer: How long have you guys been married?

Me: Oh, we’re not. Just good friends.

Customer: Well, you should be. Sounds like you’d be good at it!

Coworker: Ah, she wouldn’t have me.

Me: How would you know? You never asked.

Coworker: Well, would you, then?

Me: Nope.

Customer:… (looks back and forth between us, not sure what she’s witnessing)

Coworker: *Winks* Let me carry that out for you.

(This was years ago. We’re still friends and interact the same. I’m happily married and so is he, and our spouses support our friendship and just roll their eyes at our bickering.)

I was sitting outside and reading a book,while I notice something being dropped down on the table beside me.
I looked up from my book and notice a first sized stone on the table.
I get up from my chair and a stone is dropped again.
As look up, I see our upstairs neighbours’ child throwing a stone down again.

Me: ” Hey. What are you doing!? Please, stop!! It is dangerous!”

The child put on an evil grin and took an other stone, just to drop it down again, just missing my shoulder.

I got angry and shouted:
“Didn’t you understand me? I said stop it! You can hurt me!”

The mother shouted from inside:
“Child what are you doing?!”

The child got up, went to the balcony door and said to her mother:
“Nothing!” and closed the balcony door.

It wasn’t the first and last time, that such a thing happened, but when I confronted the mom several times with it, she denied that her child would do those things.
Instead, she started to bad mouth in the neighbourhood about me.