As a young 16 year old working his first real job at Target, I was quite impressionable. First day there, I'm introduced to a fellow cashier. Let's call him Paul. I don't remember his name honestly, but I'll call him Paul.
So I shadow him for a while - he shows me how to work the register and all that. Helps me out if I have issues or whatever. Struck me as nice, maybe a little too much. I don't want to paint myself as homophobic because I'm really not, but there are times when the senses pick up on things.
A few days of this continue, no big deal.
Then we have our first night to close. Paul says he's going to show me the ropes on what to do. Store finally closes and he's leading me around the different aisles to straighten stuff up and the like.
"Strell" (we'll use that for me) he says, "I have a confession."
The next words flashed through my head before he said them.
"I'm gay."
I just kind of shrug it off and don't really say much, keeping with the work. He then asks me if I am. I politely tell him now and we just continue what needs to be done. I'm not alarmed or anything like that.
Really the only thing I took an issue with was that he then asked me if I were gay, would I find him attractive. This in and of itself isn't a bad comment at all, but he takes it a little over the line and asks me if I'd blow him if he asked.
Yeah. I stopped responding after that.
Over the next few weeks I talked with some of the other cashiers, and apparently Paul had asked this of several guys working there, particularly the new ones. This makes it sound like an initiation sort of thing, but from their descriptions, I'm pretty sure that wasn't the case.
Years later I realized that I probably could have sued the store and gotten some quick cash out of it, but ehh. I'm just not that big of a jerk. Usually.