Yeah, the Daughter gets it at work. A lot. Too much.
She also gets a lot of people asking questions that are waaaaay too personal. Like asking her where she's from and when she says the state they want to know precisely where and why she's here, and they keep pushing it when she deflects them to other, pertinent topics, like was there anything else that they needed today?
Apparently she gets a lot of older men who are put off that she responds to them exactly as the men who work at the shop respond to them. No silly little giggles over attempted flirting, etc., just does the job and "here's your change, sir." One nut-job apparently burst into song last week (Smillllleee and the world smiles with you....) while she had a line halfway down the aisle. This week it was the guy who handed her his money, and she reached out to take it and he pulled it back, then handed it back at her, then pulled it back with a "uh, not fast enough honey, try again". She says the casual sexism she gets from "old guys" here is just astounding.* She's not there to be their geisha, she's there to take their payment for goods purchased.

Then there was the guy this week who stuck his receipt in his mouth, and then threw it back at her, covered in "spit". She had some choice words about that one. The manager and his minions couldn't catch the guy as he got out the door too fast, but it appears they were going to have some words with him had they done so. As in like several of the larger male co-workers, who were....somewhat angry.
And she gets a lot of skeevy old guys - she says it's always "UK" guys over like 45 - who are really inappropriate. "Your waive is such a turn-on"...."the man downstairs is happy to see you" (and we ain't talking real stairs there

). Stuff like that. All the time. She says the Irish, French, and other foreign people are absolutely lovely. And younger people. It seems to be mainly a subset of men over a certain age who are clueless. And arseholes. She doesn't play along with it either. Eventually, one of 'em is going to get his nose rearranged.
She says it's probably a "cultural thing" - as in the women here are used to being treated badly and just play along rather than not putting up with it and "causing a fuss" because that is some sort of generic cultural taboo. I wonder how all that's going to turn out, in the end? They did hire her on a permanent basis, so apparently the bosses like her work. I told her that if it was me I would say to the man downstairs guy in a loud voice "I really don't care about the status of your willy, grandpa, and here's your change. Next in line...?" And if he didn't move on immediately I'd be pushing the security button. (Apparently he comes in more or less regularly, and hits on the younger women.)
[Edit: * translates into "at least once a day, minimum" and sometimes more.]