This happened a couple months ago. The cashier, P, is going to college in another town, so I don't see him anymore. Luckily I haven't seen the customer either. SCD liked to park his $$$$$$ car in the Expectant Mothers spot and when he came out he'd always request a carry out for his four little bags. This gentleman was middle aged, balding wore bright colored shirts and shorts no man his age should wear.He also sometimes will bring his preppy little wife and daughter who is enrolled in a very expensive private Christian school. They seemed to be normal 21st century members of our species, that is until I was around him more. First, he would pull out of the spot , park IN THE MIDDLE OF THE AISLE and then load his graciers, then leave his cart wherever he deemed appropriate
. The last straw was this lovely exchange: P=Cashier, Me, SCD=Sports Car Driver.
SCD: You know that kid who checked me out?
Me: Yes, his name is P.
SCD: Is he a (derogatory word starting with F for homosexuals)?
Me:


Why do you ask that? (In my mind SCD was being eaten alive by fire ants)
SCD: He said he wanted to be an "actor" , wanted to go to Hollywood. He's also way to girly. Why can't he act like a "real man".
I tell SCD "goodbye" and go back into the store as quickly as I can. The funny thing is, I'm a female who wears men's clothes and wears my hair (to my shoulders) in a guys fashion, yet he has no problem with that. I just love double standards.

SCD: You know that kid who checked me out?
Me: Yes, his name is P.
SCD: Is he a (derogatory word starting with F for homosexuals)?
Me:




SCD: He said he wanted to be an "actor" , wanted to go to Hollywood. He's also way to girly. Why can't he act like a "real man".
I tell SCD "goodbye" and go back into the store as quickly as I can. The funny thing is, I'm a female who wears men's clothes and wears my hair (to my shoulders) in a guys fashion, yet he has no problem with that. I just love double standards.
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