Stupid Customers
(I’m a female. I’ve recently shaved my head for charity.)
Customer’s Son: “Mum, there’s a boy-lady!”
Customer: *distracted* “Is there darling?”
Customer’s Son: “Yes, at the counter.”
(The mother glares at me.)
Customer: “I see.”
Customer’s Son: “Can I be a boy-lady?”
Customer: “No. No you cannot.”
(They finish what they’re doing and as they’re leaving the mother calls me over.)
Customer: “I don’t care what you do at home, but if you want to pass for female in public, buy a d*** wig. You’re corrupting the kids!”
Stupid CoWorkers
College-educated marketing coordinator: Do you know what he’s asking for?
Designer: He wants you to get a quote to print the postcards.
College-educated marketing coordinator: I know, but what does “two comma one hundred” mean?
Designer: He wants a quote on two-thousand, one hundred postcards.
College-educated marketing coordinator: Oh.