*at work*

me: *putting socks on a clipstrip.*
guy: *walks up behind me.*
guy: *shoves his cart into me.*
guy: where are your metal tins 
and Christmas name tags?
me: they're just righ there in front of you.
guy: okay.
guy: what, do you think you're too 
pretty to do some actual work? 
do you think you're getting paid
to stand around and be beautiful?

me: *cutting open a case of dog food.*
guy: that's dangerous.
me: what?
guy: a woman with a knife. I'm going
to stand over here until you're done
so you don't stab me.

me: *walking to the bathroom.*
lady: excuse me ma'am, do you sell
pockets to put a handicap card in?
me: um... I'm really not sure.
lady: well thanks for being worthless.