Or if you're a generation older, the story goes like this.
The year is 2000. You work at Blockbuster. A man and his child are picking out 2 movies for the weekend. A drunk old man wearing only a bathrobe approaches the counter and loudly asks where we keep the pornos. The man and his child quickly nope out of there and you're left dealing with the drunk.
I was on pretty good terms with our manager. We'd write comments in the computer on customer accounts to try to get each other to laugh when we scanned the card. Some of the comments were about the customer, most was just random nonsense. I remember scanning a card and an alert notice popped up with the message "I pooped in the drop box" and I just lost it.