Maybe he's secretly gay but doesn't know how to express it.

He was laughing at the guy dressed in full drag. What's not to get?

How is that being uncomfortable?

It was uncomfortable laughter, I guess. Point is, if that tranny came up to him and tried to touch him, he'd get scared shitless and run away. I guess it goes with the concept of laughing at that which you don't understand.

How about I just word it this way. I know he's homophobic. I know he was laughing like crazy. I know gay people make him uncomfortable. Over the course of that encounter, he was uncomfortable because he's homophobic, and ended up laughing at the transvestite.

Why does it matter anyway? It's just a silly anecdote...

I love this thread. All of you are made of win.

Haha, wow, I guess every business has its occasional trannies. We have one that comes in once every two months or so. It's obviously a he that wants to be a she. "She" has long hair and fake breasts but you can see a shadow of hair on her face.

Our bitchiest customers come frequent during the summer, since a lot of them are just visiting the area (our county is famous for the big lake a few miles away). I've been dealing with these people for the past 3-4 years, and I don't really have any extraordinary stories to share. Most of the drama here comes from employee-to-employee rather than customer-to-employee. Our regular servers bitch about the stupidest things. At the end of the night, we have to have 3 mustards, 3 mayonnaise, 8 splenda, 8 equal, 8 sugar, and 8 sweet n' low in that specific order in our condiment racks. One of the servers wrote a note to the manager because I had 9 splenda and 7 sugar (I get random temporary color blindness). Seriously.

Last week, a woman made me stop working: she wanted suggestions of cookies that matched her likes (?!).
After like 2 minutes of discussion, she completely changes of subject and says "You know, you really are this kind of guy that breathe Social Oxygene". I was like "But wth is Social Oxygene" (in my head), though it's kind of explicit.
Anyways, the conversation goes on, and she end up telling me she's a psychologist and that she loves analyzing people's psychological profile. She then told me "You look like an Outdoor guy"... I went "Indeed. For example, this summer I've done the Traversée de Charlevoix."
From there, she goes "Wow, my husband has done it too, but now he's really bored at his son which really just became yet an other capitalist-machine. May I take your contacts and I could try to match you guys for eventual expeditions."
Obviously, I went for "Of course! " (I love indeed outdoor)
I gave her my full name, e-mail and cell-phone number... and neither her or her husband has contacted me since then.

... that sucks!

(Necro ftw)

A long time ago when I worked at Staples, I was filling in for someone at the Copy Center and some old black guy came over to make some copies. He started talking to me, and I tried being friendly with him, but then the conversation took a very weird turn. He kept "accidentally" brushing my hand with his, to which I would recoil, but he'd keep reaching out nonchalantly to try to touch me. Then he said he really needed someone to come over and move some boxes out of his basement, and said he'd pay me if I'd come over, and started writing down his address.

Luckily, one girl I was friends with there had seen something very strange was going on, and had left her register at the front of the store to come look. She stood behind the guy and heard everything he was saying, and was giving me a look of wide-eyed shock. As he was writing down his address, she stepped in-between me and him and said quite loudly to him, "Have you ever met my boyfriend Brian?!"

He looked up to stare at her, and I walked away in the opposite direction while he was distracted. I heard her follow up to him, "Yeah, my boyfriend Bryant! Kobe Bryant!" I couldn't help but laughed, and looked briefly over my shoulder to see a dumbfounded look on his face and her walking away from him. I was quite glad she saved me before I had to tell him off

When I saw this thread I instantly thought of this game: http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/4364

You could've punched him in the face, it sounds like he was planning to rape you in the basement ROTFL. Sounds well beyond sexual harassment there