I work at a bookstore because I love books. This is why I chose that particular job.
The bookstore where I work has, in past years, started to sell a lot of other crap. Lotion. Soap. Water Bottles. You name it, we probably sell it. I resent having to know about all this other stupid crap and having to sell it to people, since I signed on to sell books, about which I know quite a bit.
We also sell Vera Bradley purses.
Now, if you aren't blinded by the sheer horror of those awful patterns and horrifically inflated prices, I'll just let you know: I HATE Vera Bradley crap more than anything else in the damn store.
So the other day my brain-to-mouth filter must have shut down for a bit.
A customer comes up and asks if I work 'in the Vera Bradley' (a relatively common question).
My response? "Not if I can help it."
I think she realized that I hadn't meant to say that, for she didn't mention it when I hastened to add that I would answer any questions she had or find someone more knowledgeable if I didn't have the information she needed.
Slightly related story:
Another time a regular customer saw me working in the kids' section. He said, "I hardly ever see you down here. Do you prefer working upstairs?"
Me: "Well, I'm in charge of adult fiction, so I work upstairs most of the time. And honestly I do prefer it."
Me: "I can't stand children."
Oops. He laughed though, so I guess he thought it was funny. Sometimes when people find out you dislike children they act like you are an inhuman monster.