The ethics and boundaries they teach you in school are nothing like the shit you have to deal with when you go out in the real world.
True for life in general. My first job was a cashier, and I remember clearly this fat old man that came in maybe three or four times. He had an enormous round belly barely contained by his button-down shirt and pants that were hanging on for dear life by suspenders. He had a cane and he waddled up to the cash register slowly in a sort of old gentleman way, the sort that you politely give way to. And then his benign looking wrinkled up 80-year-old face would suddenly speak the most inappropriate vulgar sentence. And I would just stand there like what the fuck just happened? Then he'd smile like he just told me that I was a polite young lady and waddle away. I take comfort in knowing that surely he is dead by now.
LMAO OMFG.
I only have acronyms for that one.