It’s one thing to get called “fag” on your way out the door of a Jamba Juice, as you’re probably carrying some frothy orange drink in one hand and your yoga mat in the other.
However, poor Charlene Pabro of Rancho Cordova, CA didn’t get called “dyke” to her face. It was printed on her receipt!
The employee who rang her up didn’t print her name on the receipt, as they normally do with customers, opting for economy of letters with the homophobic slur. At least I’m sure that’s his story. (via Queerty)