I used to work at a pet store chain that had *bright royal blue* polo shirts with red embroidered logo for a uniform. Pretty good job, worked there for nearly 2 years before (and during) the time I was at college. Anywho...
One day, I was standing in the small animal section, elbows deep in the cages while cleaning, clearly wearing my shirt, and a customer walked up to me and asked me if I worked there...
I so wish that I could have said "no".
I also got that question while I was standing behind the fish counter, or reorganizing items and facing the shelves, unloading the pallets, etc. Seriously, I enjoy spending my free time acting like I"m working at the store and wearing their uniform. I get a huge kick out of it.
Oh yeah, and there's the times when it would be slow in the mornings, and I would be standing at the register, reading a magazine, and a customer would approach me and ask me if I was open. There are 4 registers there. The light was on over my register. There was *no one else* up there. :sigh"
The best one though was when I was 12 or 13, and I had gone to a department store with my family after church, and a lady came up to me and asked me for help with something. I look at her and go, I don't work here lady. Her reasoning?
"Oh, well, you are dressed nice, so I thought maybe you worked here." Wow. Just wow.
One day, I was standing in the small animal section, elbows deep in the cages while cleaning, clearly wearing my shirt, and a customer walked up to me and asked me if I worked there...
I so wish that I could have said "no".
I also got that question while I was standing behind the fish counter, or reorganizing items and facing the shelves, unloading the pallets, etc. Seriously, I enjoy spending my free time acting like I"m working at the store and wearing their uniform. I get a huge kick out of it.
Oh yeah, and there's the times when it would be slow in the mornings, and I would be standing at the register, reading a magazine, and a customer would approach me and ask me if I was open. There are 4 registers there. The light was on over my register. There was *no one else* up there. :sigh"
The best one though was when I was 12 or 13, and I had gone to a department store with my family after church, and a lady came up to me and asked me for help with something. I look at her and go, I don't work here lady. Her reasoning?
"Oh, well, you are dressed nice, so I thought maybe you worked here." Wow. Just wow.
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