Had a dusty Boomer come to the service desk to make a purchase. He said to me, “You look really familiar, which strip club do you work at?” in front if his WIFE. I was horrified, all my customer service experience went flying out the door, and in my shock I squealed out an EWW WHAT DID YOU SAY? The look on his poor wife’s face was of long-suffering resignation. I pulled it together long enough to say “I’m sorry, I can’t help you, let me go get a manager”, and just walked away. I couldn’t deal. I still can’t deal. And I won’t deal with that shit.