I was helping a woman early this afternoon with her search for a headboard for a king size bed. That's the set-up here. We didn't stock much in the way of headboards, but our company has a catalog by our order counter that customers can peruse through to see if they can find something that can be "specially ordered" for them.
We were at this stage of the game when the lady, in her late 50's, I suppose, found one she wanted. So, I used my POS to go into our stock database to locate the headboard's item number and price.
I reached up with my hand over the receipt printer, advanced some blank receipt tape to jot down some of the information for her, and she said, "Are you printing that out for me?"
I said, "I'm writing that down for you, ma'am."
To which she replied, "Good Boy!"

You don't do that. You just do NOT call a grown man boy.
I even remember the time of day this happened to me today; it was 1:35 in the afternoon. It ruined my whole afternoon. I hope she got into a bad, bad car accident.
You NEVER call a grown man "boy". That is the very same thing (and to be clear, no difference AT ALL) as calling an African-American the "n-word" or an Asian-American the "c-word".
I'm still fuming even now, as I write this, and it's quarter to midnight.
I really hope (and actively wish) that something terrible happens to her.
EDIT: I retract my wish for the woman to meet with harm. What she did was still very much in the wrong, though.
We were at this stage of the game when the lady, in her late 50's, I suppose, found one she wanted. So, I used my POS to go into our stock database to locate the headboard's item number and price.
I reached up with my hand over the receipt printer, advanced some blank receipt tape to jot down some of the information for her, and she said, "Are you printing that out for me?"
I said, "I'm writing that down for you, ma'am."
To which she replied, "Good Boy!"


You don't do that. You just do NOT call a grown man boy.
I even remember the time of day this happened to me today; it was 1:35 in the afternoon. It ruined my whole afternoon. I hope she got into a bad, bad car accident.
You NEVER call a grown man "boy". That is the very same thing (and to be clear, no difference AT ALL) as calling an African-American the "n-word" or an Asian-American the "c-word".
I'm still fuming even now, as I write this, and it's quarter to midnight.
I really hope (and actively wish) that something terrible happens to her.
EDIT: I retract my wish for the woman to meet with harm. What she did was still very much in the wrong, though.
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