I work at [store]mart stocking shelves and helping customers find things. My go-to script is always ‘can I help you find anything’ because it’s short and sweet and to the point and it keeps my managers happy. Today I had a grand total of three different 40something white people with young kids babbling away about one thing or another walk by me in the aisle. For those three people they looked at the kid and then looked back at me, said “a muzzle?”, and then burst out laughing and walked away. This exact interaction occurred within the span of an hour and a half, exactly the same way.
Bruh, jokes about child abuse? Really? Is that the thing baby boomers and Gen Xers use to get a good chuckle nowadays? Ugh, I really hate the Midwest sometimes.