(I am buying supplies for my son’s birthday party. Included are ice cream, cake mix, Oreos, m&ms, chips, etc. There is a young 20-something male cashier at the register.)

Employee: *looks at my items and snickers* “Is this ALL you need today?”

Me: *taken aback* “Yes, thank you.”

Employee: “You forgot the pickles.”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Employee: “P-I-C-K-L-E-S.”

Me: “I don’t like pickles.”

Employee: “God, you women are all the same. Junk food and pickles. You forgot your super absorbent tampons too, B****!”

Me: *speechless*

Employee: “You are just using it as an excuse to be fat and lazy so you don’t have to f*** your guy. You women are all the same. Stock up on all this s*** and pig out, yet if a guy eats one g**d*** Oreo it’s the end of the f***ing world cause you don’t want a fat man!”

Me: “Not that it’s your business, but these are for my son’s birthday party.”

Employee: “How old?”

Me: “Two, but it’s still not your—”

Employee: “Then it’s been two years since the last time you gave your man a good f***!”

(At this point I see a middle-aged man in an apron booking it to my register. He’s most likely the manager.)

Manager: *to employee* “Break, NOW.”

Employee: “Not yet—”

Manager: “Break or get the h*** out!”

Employee: “I’m not doing anything wrong.”

Manager: “I’ve seen and heard everything.”

Employee: “I’m just trying to help her sex life with her man.”

Manager: “You are fired. Get out!”

Employee: “B****es on a rag who won’t f*** their men!” *storms out*

Manager: “Sorry.”

Me: “Uh, that was weird.”

Manager: “He can’t even do math.”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Manager: “If your son is two, it would have been two years nine months…not two years. Have a nice day!”

Me: *speechless*

(I made sure to find a new store.)