A few years ago, I worked in a client operations helpdesk. My friend and I were sitting next to each other. The hot girl and her friend grab the seats near us. Others are seated within hearing distance. So my friend pulls out a pack of Starburst and asks the girl if she wants one. She says yes and he passes over a lemon one. She says she wants a pink one. He says, quite loudly:
“Why, 'cause it’s pink like your pussy?”
I’ve never seen that many jaws drop simultaneously.
The second one happened today. Keep in mind that I’m now a white collar worker. I’m sitting with two male colleagues at lunch in the cafeteria. This new secretary started working here a couple of weeks ago and she sports quite the bod. Anyway, we’ve all noticed her but never said anything about her. So she walks by with her tray, a colleague turns his head, stares, and says, also loudly: “I need to quit this place so I could come back and fuck her.”
A customer at Blockbuster was asked if he’d like to make a donation to the Red Cross Tsunami Relief Fund. He said; “Nah, that never really happened. It’s just a hoax to make money. Just like the Holocaust.”
After hearing this, I went through the following emotions:
:eek: :mad:
Since then, I’ve been stuck somewhere between and :mad:
I’d have to say it would be any one of a number of things I’ve heard parents, mostly mothers, say to their kids on San Fran and Oakland buses. It’s astonishing how many times I’ve heard someone call their own kid a “motherfucker.”
At work, a very much no-nonsense gal asked a coworker if she could have some coffee from our pot. He replied, “Sure toots, but how 'bout a kiss first?”
:eek:
A beat later, he burst out laughing. She took it well (God knows I wouldn’t have), and I didn’t have to tell the story to HR and after all.
It’s not as good of a story, but I once took a class with a bunch of Banditos and Florida Outlaws and one black guy. It was a pretty crappy first day of school.
There was a group of five or six early-twenties guys walking on the sidewalk past my house at around 9pm last summer.
I heard him all the way inside the house:
“Yeah, so then I pushed her down, and I fucked her in the ass. Man, that was a tasty ass. Then I pulled my dick out and I hit her in the face with it, and I made her suck it.”
‘Hitler had the right idea.’ From a former coworker.
Various similar things from my boss and several customers at that job - which was the first place I ever heard the term ‘sand-niggers’, and hopefully the last.
That was a very unpleasant job. Even though I’ve been unemployed since, quitting was the best thing I ever did.
While walking one evening in the city with my wife and two young sons, we ran across two gentlemen having a rather heated discussion. Just as we passed them, one departed and yelled “smegma breath!” at the other fellow.
Not exactly vulgar but today in Border’s I overheard a girl telling a guy friend about how drunk she got yesterday, and how she passed out and puked, etc.
Right in the middle of the store. Anyone within earshot could have easily heard it.
For those of you who have met me or seen my picture it’s probably hard to realize that I used to have long blonde hair and wore size 8 jeans with a size C cup.
That said, I was active Navy both pre- and post-Tailhook. Nothing in this thread will shock me. The blatant sexism was at first appalling to someone who had grown up as a sheltered farm chick, but a couple of years with fleet sailors meant that I learned fast. There were so many comments and and double entendres and snide remarks it was ridiculous.
The one that sticks out in my mind the most isn’t because of what was said but rather who said it. I was a CTM - an electronics technician with a big-ass clearance - and I worked in a big building with no windows surrounded but a whole bunch of antennaes (google Wullenweber, if you’re interested). Smoke breaks - in the military as well as in real life - are non-denominational, and all the smokers gather be they 0-10s or E-1s. Matman was the common term for my rate - maintenance man - and on this particular day we were discussing the history of the CT field when an E-8 said that while matmen were matmen, female maintenance techincians were more commonly known as a matress. Not so bad, right? No, I suppose not, but that E-8 was chief of my division. From that point on I knew exactly where I ranked with him despite the stripes on my sleeve.
Life for navy women has changed drastically since Tailhook from what I understand, but that one incident is was kind of the beginning of the end of what I had thought would be a Naval career.
This doesn’t really count as public, but a few weeks ago, my SO and I went to the grocery store with our two little boys. Some woman snagged the parking space my SO was going for, and he said, quite clearly, “Fcking cnt.”
My head snapped around so fast it’s a wonder I didn’t get whiplash. I’ve NEVER heard him use either of those words. The three-year-old piped up from the backseat, “Huh, Daddy?”
The SO looked at me, and said, “Sh*t, did I say that out loud?”
Not only did he offend me, but he taught a few new words to my kid. The tot now uses the F-word and the S-word freely. :mad:
The cashier’s boss at the bookstore where I work, the same guy who berates the student workers for how they don’t speak properly to the customers and need to watch their language at all times, blisters the sky blue with his swearing. I had to sit about five feet from him the other day, on the phone to textbook companies ordering books, whilst he was swearing creatively, and in a very loud, yet conversational tone of voice – which of course the people at the other end of the line could hear plainly.
The capper was when he was looking over job applications, and noticed one applicant had listed a student assistant as a reference, and asked this boy, ‘You aren’t giving this asshole a good ref cos he’s your fucking drug dealer, are you?’
I had dead silence down the wire from the person I was talking to.
He does this constantly, in front of customers, their parents (since the majority of them are uni students), book buyers. He can’t speak to any of the employees without insulting them (usually one of these ‘have you stopped beating your wife yet’ type comments that there is no comeback for) or swearing at them.
This has become a cliche, but a lot of bouncers seem to think that they need to insult you while kicking us all out for closing time. There’s frequently a spiel about how you’re ruining their evevning at work, how they want to go home, and how - brace yourself, here comes the comedy - it’s all so unfair because they “don’t come to your workplace and slap the dick out of your mouth.”
I did a stint in quasi-inside sales (inside sales wasn’t my job, but I knew a lot about the products, so I got to field a few calls). I took a call from a woman in Minnesota one day, asked her how she was. “Well, I’m about to freeze my PUSSY off” was the reply. Now I’m no prude, but damn! This took me by surprise. Had it been in person I would have asked her if she needed me to warm it up, but I just went silent for a second and went on with the call.
As far as personally crude (and don’t pit me for it, I was drunk and have regretted it ever since!) we were at a busy crosswalk in Vegas. Maybe 50 people waiting to cross the Strip. I had a bottle of warm beer suds, basically an empty. And there was a woman begging at the crosswalk. As we walked by, she asked if I had anything I could spare. I said, “Sure!” and handed her my beer bottle. I swear you could hear about 49 people gasp in revulsion/disbelief. I felt lucky I didn’t get a well deserved lynching.
Oh, and the time my boss (different job!) asked a delivery lady, “Do you give head?” when he thought she was out of earshot. She wasn’t, and came right back and told him to repeat it. He did. I just wanted to be invisible, but she took it in stride, back in the days before sexual harrasment suits.
:eek: 
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