We Don’t Want To Know
I am working as a cashier when a middle-aged man comes to the till. I am sixteen years old.
Customer: “I’ve got a date later.”
Me: “That’s nice.”
Customer: “This is all stuff for my date. I don’t know what she’s into.”
The man has condoms, razor blades, and a single large cucumber in his basket.
Me: *Laughs nervously* “Well, good luck!”
Customer: “If we don’t hit it off, I’ll come and take you out at the end of your shift. You look like you need a good time!”
The rest of the transaction went normally, and he bounced away, never to be seen again. I assume his date went well.
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Tell us your story about a customer who couldn't understand the most simple concept.
