Today at Target, I was stopped first in the hair products aisle by a woman that seemed to speak very little English.
She said: "Ma'am, I need help."
I replied: "Sorry, I don't work here."
Keep in mind I had no tone, despite not having slept in 36 hours. I said it nicely. I may have looked confused, but that's it.
She shot me a dirty look and turned away.
Incident number two:
I'm in the soft drink aisle and an older lady approaches and says to me loudly: "Do you know where the tampons are?"
Me: *looked behind me to see who she was addressing. No one there.*
Me: "Um, toward the front of the store near the registers."
Her: "Oh, I just passed there. Thanks!"
She had no attitude, but I was (and remain) confused as to what kind of vibe I was giving off today that made people think I was an employee.
For the record, I was wearing a long-sleeved, black local college-basketball t-shirt and blue jeans. Oh, and black flip-flops.
Perhaps it was the fact that I clocked out at 7am this morning (after a 13 hour shift) and haven't been to bed yet. Perhaps I had a 'I've dealt with shitty customers all night, please harass me.' look on my face?
She said: "Ma'am, I need help."
I replied: "Sorry, I don't work here."
Keep in mind I had no tone, despite not having slept in 36 hours. I said it nicely. I may have looked confused, but that's it.
She shot me a dirty look and turned away.
Incident number two:
I'm in the soft drink aisle and an older lady approaches and says to me loudly: "Do you know where the tampons are?"
Me: *looked behind me to see who she was addressing. No one there.*
Me: "Um, toward the front of the store near the registers."
Her: "Oh, I just passed there. Thanks!"
She had no attitude, but I was (and remain) confused as to what kind of vibe I was giving off today that made people think I was an employee.
For the record, I was wearing a long-sleeved, black local college-basketball t-shirt and blue jeans. Oh, and black flip-flops.

Perhaps it was the fact that I clocked out at 7am this morning (after a 13 hour shift) and haven't been to bed yet. Perhaps I had a 'I've dealt with shitty customers all night, please harass me.' look on my face?



lol
Leave me alone! I swear the custy's are like a pack of rats on crack, they follow the scent of hopeless despair and once they find you they gnaw away at your soul.
Sorry, me just venting.
Holy shit. Permission to steal this for my sig line? 

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