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    A Big Bouquet Of Bigotry

    | Australia | Bigotry, Employees

    (It is Mother’s Day.)

    Florist: “Wow you must really love your mother to buy her two bouquets.”

    Me: “Actually I have two mothers. One is my…”

    Florist: “They’re lesbians? Gross. Disgusting.”

    Me: “What? That is very rude.”

    Florist: “It’s sick behaviour.”

    Me: “I’m not buying from you.” *starts leaving* “My mothers aren’t lesbians. My birth mother passed away and I have a stepmother.”

    Florist: “Oh, no problem with that. Sorry I jumped to conclusions. Come back here.”

    Me: “Seriously?” *walks out for good*

    Talking BS About Your DS

    | Columbus, OH, USA | Bigotry, Employees, Technology

    (I’m with my fiancé at a local game store. The 3DS will be released soon and I’m looking at the display model.)

    Worker: *sarcastically* “Is there anything I can help you with, miss?”

    Me: “Nope, just looking at the 3DS. I’m still using the original one and I think it’s finally time I upgraded.”

    (Another worker has come by at this point and they both roll their eyes.)

    Worker #2: “Yeah, girls are always saying they have the original DS and we’re like ‘no, b****, you have the DS Lite; the original is a great brick. Go back to playing Kitchen Mama!'”

    Me: “Oh! I’m so sorry. I must be mistaken. I could have sworn that’s exactly what mine looked like!”

    (I take out my ‘grey brick’ of a DS and pretend to look confused.)

    Me: “Maybe I should get my eyes checked?”

    (Both workers turn bright red.)

    Me: “It’s not the 90s anymore, boys. Girls play video games now. Get used to it and grow up!”

    Caught In A Chinese Language Trap

    | USA | At The Checkout, Bigotry, Coworkers, Language & Words

    (My father had an Asian coworker who worked front-house at the rib shack he works at. One day a customer walks in and is extremely rude to him. The coworker speaks perfect English, having been born in America.)

    Customer: *very slowly and loudly* “I WOULD LIKE TO ORDER [ITEM]!”

    Coworker: *asks him to repeat his order in scattered English*

    Customer: *even louder* “I WOULD LIKE TO ORDER [ITEM].”

    Coworker: *asks him to repeat in even more scattered English*

    (This goes on for some time, and the coworker decides that the louder the customer says his order, the less English he knows. The coworker ends up shouting very angry-sounding Chinese very quickly, punctuating it with sharp arm movements. The customer leaves out of frustration.)

    Dad: *after he finally stops laughing* “What were you shouting at that guy, anyway?”

    Coworker: “I think it was an old fairy tale my parents used to tell me. It’s basically the Chinese version of Sleeping Beauty.”

    Guys And Dolls

    | Brisbane, QLD, Australia | At The Checkout, Bigotry, Employees

    (I’m with my six-year-old son in a toy store. He’s doing very well in kindergarten so I thought I’d buy him a new toy as a reward. We go down the aisle to the toys for kids his age.)

    Me: “Now, [Son], what kind of toy would you like?”

    (My son grins and hurries down to a well known brand doll with long blonde hair and a blue summer dress.)

    Son: “Can I have this one, Mummy?”

    (He’s never asked for a doll before, but he’s borrowed his friend’s dolls in play dates so I am not surprised. It was a little pricier than some of the others but I could afford it, so I nod and smile and we head to the counter. At the counter my son hands the doll to the cashier.)

    Son: “Just this today, please.”

    (The cashier smiles at my son and begins to scan the doll.)

    Cashier: “Who’s this doll for? A lady friend?” *he winks jokingly*

    Son: *laughs* “No, it’s for me. I like brushing the lady’s hair.”

    (The cashier freezes halfway through scanning the doll.)

    Cashier: “Excuse me for a minute.”

    (He leaves, taking the doll with him. My son and I are both confused but we wait. A few minutes later a man comes out of the back room with the cashier.)

    Manager: “I’m the manager of this store, ma’am. What seems to be the problem?”

    Me: *blinking in surprise* “Problem? I don’t have a problem.”

    Cashier: “She wanted to buy this for her son.” *he holds up the doll*

    Manager: *frowns* “Yes?”

    Cashier: “Boys don’t play with dolls!”

    (My son now looks worried that he might not get the doll and looks really sad.)

    Son: “I do. I like brushing their hair and changing their clothes.”

    Cashier: *looks affronted* “But—”

    Manager: “Why don’t you take inventory and I’ll finish up here?”

    Cashier: “But—”

    Manager: “Now!”

    (The cashier hurries off to the back room.)

    Manager: “Sorry about that. I have no idea what got into my cashier. I’ll have a talk with him.”

    (We’ve been back to the store several times since then, but I never saw that cashier again.)

    Won’t Bi From Here Again

    | FL, USA | Bigotry, Employees, Love/Romance, Religion, Theme Of The Month

    (I am 16 years old but look more like I am maybe 13 or 14. I am openly bisexual and wear a bracelet out of pride for my orientation. I am paying for some grocery items.)

    Cashier: “Hello, how ar—” *drops tone very low* “Sweetie, are you are aware of what that charm means?”

    (She is referring to the charm of the word ‘Pride’ in a rainbow color scheme on my bracelet.)

    Me: “Umm… yes, I’m well aware.”

    Cashier: “Honey, you’re much too young for that! Don’t let them brainwash you into thinking you’re gay! You’re still just a little girl!”

    Me: “Uhh, Ma’am… I’m not gay, I’m—”

    Cashier: “See! Told you so! You really shouldn’t be wearing such a horrid piece!”

    Me: “Ma’am… I’m not gay, but I am bisexual. See these colors?” *referring to the blue, purple and pink color scheme* “These are the colors of the Bisexual Pride Flag.”

    Cashier: “Don’t be silly! There’s no such thing as being bisexual! You’re just confused and brainwashed! You should come to our Sunday service; they’ll set you right!”

    (By now I have finished paying and I am gathering my bags.)

    Me: “Ma’am, I am far from confused. I know who I am and a Sunday service will do me no good since I’m an atheist. Have a good one!”

    (As I leave, she has the most shocked and flabbergasted face I’ve ever seen. As I exit, my boyfriend (who is now my husband) meets me with the car and I proceed to tell him what happened.)

    Boyfriend: “Why didn’t you play it up more?! That would have been gold!”


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