I wish people wouldn't recognize me outside of work.

[Food Lady]

It's akward.

I was in a clothing store on my lunch break the other day. I was on my way out in uniform when some lady said at my back [I HATE that] "Oh, I see you're not working today!" I kind of turned around like "huh?" and realized she was looking right at me. I didn't recognize her, but hundreds of people see me every week. So I guess she made assumptions that
a) I was out of my cage and therefore off that day
b) apparently wear my work clothes everywhere I go
c) I was going to recognize her out of hundreds of customers I see every week

[icmedia]

People tell me all of the time that I look SO different when I'm not at work...I wear dress pants and a button down at work and usually jeans and either a T-shirt or button down when I'm out and about.

[XCashier]

"Why yes, I am a human being, just like you. I do indeed have a life outside of my job, just like you do." Isn't it sad that you have to explain to people what should be basic common sense?

[Seanette]

Reminds me of when Calvin was shocked by his mother telling him she'd run into his teacher at the grocery store, since he'd thought teachers slept in coffins (vampire-style) when school was out.

[Irving Patrick Freleigh]

It seems I have picked up a stalker, and not the good kind.

This one girl I went to grade school with mumblemumblemumble years ago. We weren't friends or anything and I hadn't seen her in years.

Until one day when she appeared at the grocery store of awesome, in line behind me. She got all up in my personal space wanting to know how I was, what I've been up to all these years, and so on. She is creepy as hell and might have ties to two guys who killed another guy.

Then Saturday afternoon as I was shopping after work I hear somebody yelling. "HEY! IT'S PAUL! (Not my name) PAUL! HEY PAUL! PAUL! PAUL! OH...WAIT. IRV! HEY IRV! IRV!"

It was her. I dumped my shit and left. And I avoid doing that as much as I possibly can.

[Aria]

It seems I have picked up a stalker, and not the good kind.

This one girl I went to grade school with mumblemumblemumble years ago. We weren't friends or anything and I hadn't seen her in years.

Until one day when she appeared at the grocery store of awesome, in line behind me. She got all up in my personal space wanting to know how I was, what I've been up to all these years, and so on. She is creepy as hell and might have ties to two guys who killed another guy.

Then Saturday afternoon as I was shopping after work I hear somebody yelling. "HEY! IT'S PAUL! (Not my name) PAUL! HEY PAUL! PAUL! PAUL! OH...WAIT. IRV! HEY IRV! IRV!"

It was her. I dumped my shit and left. And I avoid doing that as much as I possibly can.

http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.ca...ntrapment.html I believe this would be number 3...

[Food Lady]

^ I read the comments. This one, oh my word--

There's a girl in my office, I'm not naming any names (Carley), who continually initiates awkward and inappropriate workplace conversations when I'm stuck waiting at the printer, which is unfortunately next to her desk.

Such as:

Co-worker: Your hair's getting really long. It's pretty.

Me: Thanks.

Co-worker: You should grow it out really, really long and then donate it ... to me.

Me: I dunno. If i did that, and it's unlikely, I'd probably want to give it to someone who really needs it. Like a child with cancer.

(excruciatingly painful pause)

Me: Umm, are you OK?

Co-worker: The doctors aren't sure.

[PastryGal]

http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.ca...ntrapment.html I believe this would be number 3...

I love Hyperbole and a Half!!!!! It's been so long since she's written

[Mental_Mouse]

I love Hyperbole and a Half!!!!! It's been so long since she's written

Yeah. I do have her book, but I'm still sad that she hasn't continued with the strip. Given her depression issues... well, she has made it clear that she does have a dedicated "support crew", otherwise I'd have been worrying about her welfare.