The Customer Is Not Always Related
GROCERY STORE | RIGHT | SEPTEMBER 6, 2013
(My boyfriend and I are picking up some groceries for his apartment. We see one of his friends and he decides to stop and chat. We stand there talking for about fifteen minutes and by this time I am hungry. To signal him that I want to leave, I put my hand in his back pocket.)
Customer: “You should be ashamed.”
(My boyfriend and I turn to see an older woman scowling at us.)
Boyfriend: “All she did was put her hand in my pocket so I would shut up so that we can leave.”
Customer: “She’s your sister, and you should be ashamed!”
Me: “He’s not my brother; he’s my boyfriend.”
Customer: “Don’t lie! I can see the resemblance! You shouldn’t grab your brother that way! It’s disgusting!”
Boyfriend: “Look, lady, we are not related. Go bother someone else with your crazy.”
Customer: “I am not crazy!”
(The customer approaches my boyfriend’s friend.)
Customer: “They’re siblings, aren’t they!?”
Boyfriend’s Friend: “If that’s true, it’s news to me and I’ve known [boyfriend] for quite a long time. As far as I know, he only has one sister and she is much younger.”
Customer: “LIES! YOU’RE ALL LIARS!” *runs off*
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