I was in a closing bookstore trying to chomp up as much of the sale as I possibly could with my lovely sister. I'm talking to my sister about going over to the animal section to look at the dog books because I'm a dog person when this occurs:
Oblivious Guy: Hey, do you have any books on the Crocodile man?
Me: I'm sorry?
OG: The Crocodile man...the guy. Steve...
Me: Steve Irwin?
OG: The Crocodile Hunter.
Me: Yeah, that's Steve Irwin. I don't know if they have any books on him.
SISTER: You could try in the Bio section.
OG: *stares at her a little like he didn't know she was there* Uuuuh...already did.
Me: Well we're going to the animals section, that's the only conceivable place I can think of other than Bio.
As he's following us I say kinda under my breath to her, "I don't work here." She takes hold of my laynard and jingles my keys. It dawns on me. Every time someone thinks I work somewhere it's because I'm wearing MY KEYS AROUND MY NECK. Oh sweet baby Jesus how did I not make this connection before?! It's too late though for this one so I make a quick scan of the shelves and tell Mr. Oblivious I don't see any books on Crocodiles at all much less Steve Irwin, then I grab the Cesar Milan book I wanted and (pardon the pun) BOOK it out of there.
I just wear them around my neck because they're the one thing of mine that gets lost more than anything else. I think losing them is worse than people thinking I work somewhere so I think I'll keep wearing them despite the annoyance. I'd rather not lose them.
Oblivious Guy: Hey, do you have any books on the Crocodile man?
Me: I'm sorry?
OG: The Crocodile man...the guy. Steve...
Me: Steve Irwin?
OG: The Crocodile Hunter.
Me: Yeah, that's Steve Irwin. I don't know if they have any books on him.
SISTER: You could try in the Bio section.
OG: *stares at her a little like he didn't know she was there* Uuuuh...already did.
Me: Well we're going to the animals section, that's the only conceivable place I can think of other than Bio.
As he's following us I say kinda under my breath to her, "I don't work here." She takes hold of my laynard and jingles my keys. It dawns on me. Every time someone thinks I work somewhere it's because I'm wearing MY KEYS AROUND MY NECK. Oh sweet baby Jesus how did I not make this connection before?! It's too late though for this one so I make a quick scan of the shelves and tell Mr. Oblivious I don't see any books on Crocodiles at all much less Steve Irwin, then I grab the Cesar Milan book I wanted and (pardon the pun) BOOK it out of there.
I just wear them around my neck because they're the one thing of mine that gets lost more than anything else. I think losing them is worse than people thinking I work somewhere so I think I'll keep wearing them despite the annoyance. I'd rather not lose them.




This is why I love you, RK. You have a way with the words. It's very....picturesque.
Thank you, Food Lady. 
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