(Note: I’m a female customer sitting in a pub. I’m approached by another male customer while I read a book.)Male customer: “Hello, my name is ***.”
Me: “That’s nice.”
Male customer: “So can I have your number?”
Me: “Oh. Actually, I’m gay.”
Male customer: “You want to have sex with women?”
Me: “Well, not right now. Right now, I just want to read my book.”
Male customer: “That’s bulls***! If you’re a lesbian then you want to have sex with women!”
Me: “Honestly, I just want to read my book.”
Male customer: “You’re lying to me, that’s very rude! I’m going to complain!”
Male customer, to a waitress: “That girl over there is being really rude. I want you to do something, it’s disturbing my day. She just lied to me and told me that she was a lesbian, and now she’s mocking me.”
Waitress: “What am I supposed to do about that? Make her straight?”
Male customer: “Just do something about it!”
Waitress, to me: “Hello, there.”
Me: “Hello. I’m sorry about him.”
Waitress: “Oh, it’s no problem! So, can I have your number?”
Male customer: *looks horrified*
Me: “Er, yeah, sure. Here.”
(I write my number on a napkin and she takes it, still smiling.)
Waitress, to male customer: “See? She’s a lesbian.”
Male customer: “That’s not what I wanted you to do! I didn’t want you to ask her out, I wanted you to make her leave! I demand to speak to your manager!”
Waitress: “Oh, he’s just popped out. I can get his boyfriend for you though if you want?”
Male customer: *storms out cursing*
(It turned out that the waitress was kidding about her manager, but she wasn’t kidding about asking me out!)
(via notalwaysright.com )
“the customer isn’t always right” stories are some of my favorite stories ever
Entitlement and I don’t even know what to call it - shut down by the waitress. But really? This shouldn’t ever have to happen.
I always enjoy receiving mail from the wonderful people who read my blog and since Christmas is only a few weeks away, I’d love a Christmas card! Maybe Pax and I can make our Christmas tree out of your lovely cards?
My address is:
PO box 690,
Surfers Paradise, 4217
I reblog this everytime it’s on my dash. A lot of people think an anxiety attack is always hyperventilating and freaking out. I don’t know how it is for everybody but I can have anxiety attacks where I just feel like I’m not breathing enough even though I am and start getting sweaty, heart races and sudden urge to escape no matter what I’m doing. Most don’t think that’s an “attack” but until you’ve felt it you don’t know how claustrophobic it actually makes you feel.
No I didn’t watch it! I should be able to get it online though.
Here is the petition. Australia has no residential treatment program for eating disorder sufferers. We has very few hospital beds in both the public and private system and every year people die from eating disorder complications. Currently waiting lists for a bed in a hospital for an eating disorder can be 3+ months which can be 3 months too long. If there had been a residential eating disorder clinic 2 of my friends might not have died and I might not have organ damage because we could have gotten more appropriate intensive treatment.
So I am asking you to please take 2 minutes from your day and sign this petition and share this message.
fuckyeahhardfemme continues to be antiblack as fuck.
why the fuck is my pic of me in purple hair, bright pink lips& glasses on there?
wtf is hard about me there? its just the fact im black.
that pic is soft and cute.
lemme guess, id have to be white in drab shit to be soft?
I hate these bitches.
Yo, can we talk about this? Why are all black femmes “hard femmes” to fuckyeahhardfemme? Why black people always gotta be seen as “hard”? This is where the femme community/POC community shows its ass to me. every. fuckin.time.
seriously — right now for example they have maya angelou laying on a bed reading a fucking magazine? fuckyeahhardfemme, stop
Is there were that study that discovered white people can’t always tell the difference in facial expressions on black people(eg: confusing happy with pissed off) is relevant?