Yesterday, I went to the grocery store to buy food for work. Since I work all day Monday and Wednesday as well as most of Friday, I buy two dinners and three lunches, plus snacks.
I am standing in the grocery store in teacher garb--black pants, blue dress shirt, tie. I also have a pen behind my right ear--the only time I don't is when I am sleeping or showering. This will be important.
I am holding frozen sandwich-y things, a tray of instant oatmeal, pretzels, chipotle/black bean dip (it is the Precious!), crackers, and the like. A woman rounds the corner and ask...
"Do you work here?"
I thought I was pretty obviously shopping, but I guess not. The reason she thought I worked at the grocery store was not my attire, which was completely different from the employees. It was the pen. Pen behind ear = work.
I feel like I've joined a club or something.
I am standing in the grocery store in teacher garb--black pants, blue dress shirt, tie. I also have a pen behind my right ear--the only time I don't is when I am sleeping or showering. This will be important.
I am holding frozen sandwich-y things, a tray of instant oatmeal, pretzels, chipotle/black bean dip (it is the Precious!), crackers, and the like. A woman rounds the corner and ask...
"Do you work here?"
I thought I was pretty obviously shopping, but I guess not. The reason she thought I worked at the grocery store was not my attire, which was completely different from the employees. It was the pen. Pen behind ear = work.
I feel like I've joined a club or something.
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