I hear a lot of stories about never wearing a red shirt to the Bullseye because you'll be mistaken for an employee, but I encountered a customer who stretched that logic even further.
I was in a higher scale shoe store with my mother. Not quite "you can't even afford to window shop here" level, but a few steps up from a Foot Locker. Because I don't always handle crowd sounds well and shoe stores are only slightly more entertaining to me than a grass growing convention, I put headphones on while waiting for mom to finish, while also walking up and down the aisles just so I didn't feel like I was planting myself somewhere I'd be in the way.
I was also dressed in an anime t-shirt, jeans, and brightly colored sneakers far off what this store would sell. Not exactly the shining image of this place's demographic.
I'd stopped to look at something when I heard a voice behind me, so I paused my music, pushed my headphones back, and turned around, not sure what they were asking but assuming it'd be rational.
Customer: Where are the sandals?
Me: Huh? *not quite comprehending because that is not a phrase I was expecting*
Customer: Where are the sandals?
Me: Oh, I... I don't know. I don't work here.
Customer: Really? I'm sorry! *wanders away*
I hesitate to call her sucky because she wasn't rude and she did apologize, but someone please direct me to this mythical job where I can wear anime t-shirts and listen to my iPod all day and still get paid!
I was in a higher scale shoe store with my mother. Not quite "you can't even afford to window shop here" level, but a few steps up from a Foot Locker. Because I don't always handle crowd sounds well and shoe stores are only slightly more entertaining to me than a grass growing convention, I put headphones on while waiting for mom to finish, while also walking up and down the aisles just so I didn't feel like I was planting myself somewhere I'd be in the way.
I was also dressed in an anime t-shirt, jeans, and brightly colored sneakers far off what this store would sell. Not exactly the shining image of this place's demographic.
I'd stopped to look at something when I heard a voice behind me, so I paused my music, pushed my headphones back, and turned around, not sure what they were asking but assuming it'd be rational.
Customer: Where are the sandals?
Me: Huh? *not quite comprehending because that is not a phrase I was expecting*
Customer: Where are the sandals?
Me: Oh, I... I don't know. I don't work here.
Customer: Really? I'm sorry! *wanders away*
I hesitate to call her sucky because she wasn't rude and she did apologize, but someone please direct me to this mythical job where I can wear anime t-shirts and listen to my iPod all day and still get paid!
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