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Poor Guy Was Just Confused
I posted this on the old boards, too, but it was so funny I have to tell it again. I promise that I will try not to make a habit of repeating too many stories.
A few years ago I worked at two stores in the same mall: part-time at a photography store and part-time at a record store. This caused me to spend more time at the mall than at home. I became a regular; customers and tenants alike got used to me.
The photography store and the record store were located within, more or less, 100 feet of another. So I would sometimes literally end a shift at one store and start another shift at the next store within minutes.
On this particular day, I was working at the record store when a customer approached me. Too bad there wasn't any witnesses to what was about to transpire: whomever I was working with had stepped out for some reason, and it was slow so there were no customers in the store aside from the gentleman who approached me.
So he walks in, greets me...and asks me if his pictures were ready.
Now, at the time I had been working nonstop on little sleep, so for a minute I thought I was so tired I was hallucinating and thought I was at the record store when I in fact was in the photography store.
But nope, that was not the case.
After I recovered from my shock and gathered the ability to speak again, I said to this poor man: "Um, this is <name of record store>. I do work at <name of photography store> but I also work here. You'll have to go to <name of photography store> to pick up your pictures."
The poor man was pretty embarrassed - he was just so familiar with my face and associated it so much with the photography store, that he didn't even think about his surroundings.
But I told him it was okay - and we had a good laugh about it, too boot!
A few years ago I worked at two stores in the same mall: part-time at a photography store and part-time at a record store. This caused me to spend more time at the mall than at home. I became a regular; customers and tenants alike got used to me.
The photography store and the record store were located within, more or less, 100 feet of another. So I would sometimes literally end a shift at one store and start another shift at the next store within minutes.
On this particular day, I was working at the record store when a customer approached me. Too bad there wasn't any witnesses to what was about to transpire: whomever I was working with had stepped out for some reason, and it was slow so there were no customers in the store aside from the gentleman who approached me.
So he walks in, greets me...and asks me if his pictures were ready.
Now, at the time I had been working nonstop on little sleep, so for a minute I thought I was so tired I was hallucinating and thought I was at the record store when I in fact was in the photography store.
But nope, that was not the case.
After I recovered from my shock and gathered the ability to speak again, I said to this poor man: "Um, this is <name of record store>. I do work at <name of photography store> but I also work here. You'll have to go to <name of photography store> to pick up your pictures."
The poor man was pretty embarrassed - he was just so familiar with my face and associated it so much with the photography store, that he didn't even think about his surroundings.
But I told him it was okay - and we had a good laugh about it, too boot!