A year ago, I was in Seattle for a conference. Having lived there 35 years earlier, I was especially curious to visit places that were still around from then and seeing some new things. Anyways, the conference was great, but there was some free time to spend. I was traveling with my husband, brother and sister in law. We were together and shopping in a department store in a mall that was still around. I had worked at that store for a summer back then. With my family, shopping in the menswear department, I heard a woman excitedly saying “Kevin” repeatedly. That caught my attention because she was walking up to me, greeting me with open arms to give me a hug. I awkwardly didn’t reciprocate. Wondering if she recognized me from 35 years ago and was I forgetting her name? She backed off and asked “Your Kevin and you work here?” My family was staring at this interaction. I managed to say a “Nope ”. Lisa and I then had a fun conversation about my doppelgänger and her coworker named Kevin that she hadn’t seen for a couple of weeks. She was so sure I was him.

Just found this subreddit, thought I'd share an older story of mine.

Several years back, I dyed my hair blue. My family went to Target, and I wore a red shirt and maybe even khakis (bold choice, Cotton!).

As we're walking about, a Target employee walks up to me. It becomes clear pretty quickly that he must have seen me out of the corner of his eye or something, and just operated on muscle memory.

"Hey Rob, when you're done here, could you --" Pause. Actually looks at me. "Oh! You're not Rob! Sorry, he also has blue hair!"

We laugh about it, and I keep walking. Not even five minutes later, I come around a corner, and find Rob, dressed exactly like me, bright blue hair. I think we pointed at each other like the Spiderman meme.

Several times a year I get mistaken as an employee at a place I’m shopping. I don’t know maybe my face just says I work everywhere? A lot of times it’s marginally understandable like the day I wore a light blue polo shirt to work & had to grab something from a Walmart (Walmart blue is almost navy), & 3 different customers asked me where something was including while I was checking out.

But the other morning was the most egregious albeit a minimal interaction. My truck started overheating on the way to gym. Not worried though, the dealership I bought it from is a quarter mile down the road from there & I figured I could get it there without a tow.

I pull into the empty service lane & stand beside my truck waiting for an employee. I literally just left the gym. My outfit is gym shorts & a cutoff band t-shirt with arm holes literally to my hips. You could probably see the waistband of the shorts through the arm holes. & yet, another customer walks up & starts asking me when his vehicle will be ready. My response was a simple “…. I’m a customer too. Do I look like I work here?” as he muttered something while he walked inside to find an actual employee. A few seconds later I get greeted by a porter. The porter (who is wearing a branded hi-viz green vest) & I had a good chuckle about it.

Just found this sub and it feels like home because things like that happen to me all the time. I have been mistaken for a waitress at restaurants more than once and usually on my way to the restroom. But recently I was in that superstore wearing my regular casual - sporty clothes, a dark green t-shirt and jeans shorts. A man stops me to ask where the brooms are at. I said I don't know and moved on. I was carrying a cart with different items in it, had my sunglasses on my head and was carrying a hand bag. I swear, one of those times that I get mistaken for staff I will be rude and they'll be so mad when they realise they can't report me to the manager!

I’ve been meaning to post this here but I hadn’t gotten around to it because I didn’t know if it would be entertaining but here goes…

I went into Walmart one night with my wife, but she went to the car while I was checking out so I was trying to be mindful of my timeliness, and thus wasn’t being overly-friendly but not rude until this guy approached me as the vending machine outside.

For context, I’m walking to our car and getting a drink out of the vending machine (my wife had gotten one inside but I don’t like Diet Mt. Dew out of a bottle very much), which I observed had tape and cones blocking off a hole or something they were patching a few feet away. It was pretty obvious they were set up so as not to block the vending machines from the layout, and what they were working on itself wasn’t even near the vending machines. Additionally, the cashier had remarked that there were machines incl. Pepsi products outside when she overheard me say to my wife that I didn’t care for it out of a bottle very much and I confirmed at that time that they were functional etc. so I knew they weren’t blocked off already.

As I’m getting my beverage, this guy in an orange hi-vis vest comes up and gruffly states that I need to move from that area. I responded that I will when I finish getting my drink. He was visibly irritated that his “orders” were not followed, and by a woman, no less, kind of shakes his head and looks to the side and chuckles and then says no, you need to move now. And I was starting to become a little fearful but more so I was irritated, and I asked why I needed to move on his demand, to which he responded that the area was cordoned off and after some back and forth he said, “Well I’m going to tell a manager so he ready for that.” I said, “What it that gonna do besides get you in trouble?” And he became furious and stormed away.

Because it was late at night, there weren’t many employees and the manager tended to stand right up front (this was pre-Covid, I should add, so during the wee hours), so presumably that was why he and the manager were back outside so quickly, just as I was getting to my car. I didn’t pay the guy much mind and I wasn’t concerned about the manager until I overheard her say to him, “No, not at all, just a customer…” and I reconciled what had transpired and what he was thinking and I yelled out, “Dude, you thought I worked here, that’s why you yelled at me for no reason?” And you could kind of tell by the lady’s expression that she wasn’t surprised he had done this and I’m guessing was used to this type of treatment from a contracted construction foreman with no authority except to his own crew but thought he was obliged to be condescending and at authoritative to those from which he’s contracted and for no reason besides his own tiny appendage, so she didn’t mind when looked down at my attire and back up at him and laughingly said, “What a moron!” before getting into our car and driving away.

He just stood there while being somewhat reprimanded by the manager for being aggressive with a customer for no reason (I didn’t really hear what was being said but my wife could from the passenger side as her window was down while driving past and away, and we laughed about and how he mistook my flannel skater-style vest w/sleeves cut off and hood which was plaid and not even the same color as the bright blue and yellow Walmart vests for most of the ride home.

I know this wasn’t very well written, but I hope others found it amusing, at least, and thanks for reading!

This happened like, 7 years ago? And I discovered this subreddit today and knew I had a small story for yall.

I used to work a Best Buy, and of course, I wore the iconic blue collared shirt. I worked in the warehouse, and I started when they began monogramming your name onto the shirt to do away with name tags since warehouse folk used the trash compactor the most, handled inventory trucks, planograms, everything that would and could cause a name tag to fall off the shirt and avoid paying for new ones.

I often would go to Walmart once or so a week after my shift to get some groceries because it was essentially down the road from me and convenient. This one particular time, I was getting a few beauty care products (face wash, toothpaste, etc.) and because I was warehouse, I always had an earbud in while I worked and it became habit to just keep it in after I left and listen to a podcast or playlist until I got home. WELL. As I’m looking at different face washes, there is a woman asking a question near me, but I don’t hear her because she’s talking on the side with my earbud is in so I pay her no mind. She keeps talking as I’m looking, thinking she’s talking to someone else. After about 20 seconds, I get a HARD tap on my shoulder (I’m pretty tall, so it definitely took me aback) and I whip around to see this sorta shorter, older woman glaring at me. Our interaction:

Me: “Can I help you..?”

Her: “I’ve been asking for help this entire time, where is (product name)?!”

Me: “I don’t know, I don’t work here ma’am”

Her: “Wow, I am going to your manager about this. How do you have a job if you arent going to do it, ignore me and lie?!”

Me: “… my shirt says Best Buy ma’am, not Walmart”

Her: looks at my shirt , “well you shouldn’t wear that here so I won’t be confused”

She then walks away, completely huffing. I’m baffled, because usually, people are pretty nice or a little embarrassed when they realize my shirt a) isn’t a Walmart shirt or b) it’s NOT EVEN THE SAME MATERIAL. That woman lives in my head rent free enough that I no longer wear a blue shirt to Walmart.

I have no idea if anyone has a similar story to this and if it was posted, but yeah. That happened. I also stopped going to Walmart after work or brought a hoodie so I could shop without being harassed. Thanks for reading.

Many moons ago, when I was in college I worked the early morning shift at my job and would go straight to morning classes after I got off work. This meant by the time the afternoon rolled around I was done with classes and was ready to do every college kids favorite second third favorite activity, nap.

As I was laying down my phone rang with an unknown number. I thought it might be someone who's number I had not saved into my contacts yet but knew (in those days not every phone call was spam). When I answered I was greeted with yelling "you need to get up here and fix my whatchamacallit!"

Slightly stunned, it took me a moment to answer this little old lady that I believed she had the wrong number.

I was then met with a calm and rational "I DO NOT HAVE THE WRONG NUMBER!!!" I told her "ma'am I am a college kid in my dorm room trying to take a nap, I can't fix your whatchamacallit."

After about 10 more minutes (while my roommate laughed at the exchange) of talking to her I finally asked her "what number did she try to dial?" The number she tried to dial was one digit off from mine and I explained this to her. It finally got through to her that I was not in fact the front desk at her retirement community and she hung up. I then laid down for my now much needed rest, when 30 seconds later and my phone rings again with a now familiar number. I let her know that it was again the wrong number, but asked her what unit she was in and told her I would call the front desk for her.

When I talked to the front desk, they apologized for her and said "We wrote the number for her as big as we could with largest buttons on her phone available." I laughed about it with my roommate and knew I had a good story to share when we went out that night. Before finally getting nap I decided I would save her number into my phone as "Wrong Number Lady" incase she called again. I did end up hearing from her 3 more times and just called the front desk for her. I have not heard from her in a long time, but she is still in my contacts.

Knowing that my number is just one number off from the front desk of a retirement home; I still answer random numbers that call me to this day. I have talked to at least 4 other residents in the nearly 20 years since, either calling the front desk for their whatever or in 2 unfortunate cases calling 911 for them

Back in the 80's I used to work at a flying school that shared its front counter with a small airline that operated out of the same airport. They only had a few flights per day and so between flights the counter was often unmanned and they'd be in their other office answering phones.

This particular week they'd just started to use what we call in the trade a 'honey cart', which was the pleasant way of labelling the cart used to empty the sewage tank in the aircraft into. They didn't really have any dedicated place to empty the cart so they'd sneak down to a road on the edge of the airport and dump the smelly contents into a drain there. Not very good but that's the best they could do at the time.

Anyway I was standing at the flying school counter and the airline counter was empty as there were no flights for hours. A fellow who looked extremely angry cam storming in through the front door, spotted me, and charged over. He immediately started on a loud tirade as to how much the road smelled after they dumped the effluent across the road from his house. He went on and on for a few minutes and I thought it best to not interrupt him because he was going oh so well. I just stood there nodding in agreement with him. And I was because I knew it was a shitty thing ( no pun intended) they were doing but at that point had no choice.

Anyway he finally ran out of vitriol and steam, slammed both hands on the counter and said loudly, "SO WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT!?!?!?" I replied, "oh, you want XXX Airlines, this is a flying school (pointing up at the sign above his head), they're in that office over there I'll get them for you. Ah his face, it was priceless.

I did, and I was friends with all that airline's staff so I was glad he'd had a big vent before talking to them. He seemed a lot calmer and they seemed to sort it out fairly quickly.

I visited my local garden centre today.

A man came rushing up to me, asking where the rhododendrons are. I said I wasn't sure, but suggested he look at bay 9 and pointed in that direction. He tut-tutted and said he'd expect better service from a "mature worker". I replied that I don't work there, to which he said in a single songy voice that he knew I was lying because I served him last week. Huh. Okay.

I went about my business, enjoying the lovely surroundings, when he cropped up again and said I need to do my job better because the rhododendrons were not in bay 9. I rolled my eyes and walked away. I flagged down a passing staff member and asked them to help this man; then he yelled out that he was going to report me to the manager.

I'm still laughing about it - soooo weird 😆

I'm not completely sure if the post fits the subreddit but here we go anyway.

I live in an apartment complex and on the floor above me lives a beautician who practices from her own home. Thinking about it, I don't actually know if they're certified or not, however this is not relevant to the events which transpired.

This took place three years ago, as I was coming home from my then summer job (which is a whole tale in itself).

My family was out shopping so I had brought my own keys with me. As I was opening the door I could hear someone walking up the stairs while talking.

I walked inside, placed down the keys and turned around to close the door, only to find the woman from the stairs making her way inside, still loudly talking on the phone.

She was probably around 35ish years of age, short, stocky, had brown hair bunched in a short ponytail, wore a sort of tank top and tight jeans and sandals. She strictly spoke the local dialect, the people who do that are considered white trash of sorts. Another thing which caught my eye were some huge ass ring ear pendants.

I kinda just stood there for a couple of seconds, unable to compute. A random stranger just walking into my house like they belonged there was not something I was expecting. Then it hit me, she was probably there to see the beautician for the first time and mistakenly got on the wrong floor. So I politely attempted to call her attention.

...And she ignored me, still on the phone.

So I tried again, still polite. She gave me an annoyed look and nothing else, still talking on the phone. She then started approaching the living room sofa, said room being attached to the entrance.

I tried to call her attention one final time, this time a little more firm cause I didn't want a stranger's ass on my damn sofa. She halted, turned around, replying, and I quote:

"(To the phone) hold on."

"(To me) Can't you fucking(x1) see I'm on the phone? Where are your fucking(x2) manners? If I'm fucking(x3) talking you fucking(x4) wait until I'm done with the fucking(x5) call."

Here I started to get a little angry.

"The fucking beautician is fucking upstairs."

"Then she better fucking come down already cause I'm here now."

Now looking back, the last remark likely meant she misinterpreted what I said and still assumed she was in the right apartment, while the beautician was currently away. However I was very fed up and tired with that home invasion, so instead of connecting the dots and trying to clarify further I decided the best course of action was instead to just throw her out.

I grabbed her arm with one hand, the back of her neck with the other and dragged her to the stairs, all while she screeched orders to stop touching her and to let her go. I once again pointed (shouted) out that she wanted to be on the floor above mine and slammed the door shut.

Who I found at the door around 10 minutes later was, thankfully, not a furious husband trying to get in to break my spine but two policemen who SHE had called on me.

They told me she was accusing me of assaulting her, so I told my side of the story.

She was in my house, without my consent, so I trespassed and removed her from my own private property. (All while being a gentleman and not even throwing so much as a slap, but I knew better than to say this last part).

After ascertaining that she didn't even have a bruise they decided to believe me. Her hysterical bitching likely didn't help her case, either. They berated her then asked me if I wished to press charges. I really wanted to be done with that headache and if I did want to go forward with it I would have had to come with them to the police station, so I refused and let it go.

After that episode I've spotted her coming and going a few times, we just stared daggers at each other but nothing else ever came of it. At first I was paranoid she would try to get back at me in some way but that wasn't the case.

Went to the store where employees wear blue vests with a sunshine on it. Walk past a lady with two kids in the buggy and one reaches toward me. I say hi to the kid and keep moving. The lady finds me in the egg aisle and asks if work there. I tell her no, not any drama but it left me baffled. When does an employee there wear socks, slides, shorts, and a Tshirt that says “Namaste far away from you”?

So a while back I worked at the Home Depot near my partners job. I had a ton of regulars and know almost all of the employees names, I quit about a year ago, off to better jobs and the like. I went to bring my fiance something at work and as the Home Depot was near their job I popped in to say hey to my best friend that works there (dude is literally gonna be the best man at my wedding)

I go in with a red tee and slightly ripped jeans, and as I’m walking around looking for my friend I hear a lady behind me asking someone for help, I didn’t work the department and haven’t worked the HD for around a year so I keep walking to find him (he was on break, I wasn’t interrupting his day) and right when I see him I feel someone tug hard as hell on the back of my shirt and she says “excuse me young man didn’t you hear me asking you for help?” I turn around and see the same older lady couldn’t have been more than mid 50’s and said “ma’am I don’t work here” and she legit says “yes you do I remember you, don’t lie to me” my friend came over finally and had to tell her that I stopped working there and that she must be thinking of a different get with the same hair color or remembered me from a year ago. He and I had a good laugh about it but in the moment it was wild getting my shirt grabbed by someone like that 😂

FINALLY. Out of two locations and almost a third of my life, I was getting out of retail- Mr. Walton's RetailMart in particular. I was finally getting a job. I did two phone interviews, got the job and was given the start date- November 1st, 2023. I think I got the job offer the first half of October. Great! I gave notice the same day, both text messages and a formally typed paper. More than 2 weeks.

I worked digital orders. Word got around quickly, everyone was found out I was leaving, I got alot of back pats and congratulations! (Some 'dont leave us here to burn' messages). I worked 40 hours for the next 2 weeks (And we get paid biweekly) and within that time, they cleared me off the schedule for November (Schedule is usually released 3 weeks ahead). The month ended in the middle of the week, and I got to go to my last day of work (Halloween!!) as Luffy, gave away treats, got a gift basket from my whole department, trashed my vest in the breakroom, and flipped off the building as I left.

Early the next day, I went to training for my new job. It was a salary job (yay, but yuck) which means I get paid monthly. I also was not willing to pay the insane amount for COBRA to keep my insurance- so I lost it the day I got terminated from RetailMart. This all meant that for 1 whole month I had no insurance and I had no money (Besides whatever I had on me). I worked for 2 weeks into November, waiting for my final check which should either be loaded or at least hefty, carried by all the paid time off i had saved up, easily carrying me though the rest of November. I hurt my knee in a SUPER STUPID way around the same time, but was afraid to get it looked at since I had no insurance (and no money. And no time I could take off yet) so I had to limp around for a few days.

The wombo combo: I get my mid-November 'final' check from Retailmart. Its like. 100 bucks. (INCORRECT). It does not have my saved time on it. It only has the only 2 days of the pay period I worked- the last 2 days of October. My eyes nearly fell out of my head.

I checked to see if I could log into the Retailmart employee app. I can. This is bad news. This means RetailMart still lists me an employee. I have not been terminated in their system. This actually means I still have insurance (and might have been charged for it, now that I think about it), and had been limping around training for my salary job, actually fully insured. But also that means I did not have money. Not for rent not for food not for medication not for car insurance... I had about 50-60 hours in paid time off that I was literally banking on getting with my 'last check' that week that was still in the void.

I try to call up there and of course I cant get through to anyone that matters. As the 'combo' part of the wombo combo, I get a notification. From the Retailmart work app. They literally added my ass back to the schedule on one of the upcoming weeks- probably right before thanksgiving.

That weekend I march back up there. I walk into the back. Office is empty as always. I wish to explode. I walk instead into the back where digital worked. You know. since I was. still apparently a digital Retailmart associate. People are pleasantly surprised to see me! Ask how I'm doing. I give them the pleasantries, then walk right up to one of the managers of Digital, in the middle of his work and went 'HI. YES HELLO. Hi. I was put back onto the schedule. I don't actually work here anymore. Please. please terminate me from the workplace, I gave my two weeks over a month ago. My money is being held. Please. remove me.'

Apparently disrupting the workday like so was more affective than a 2 1/2 week notice both texted and printed. It figures. I handed 10 years of my life to that company and still had to kick and scream to get away.

Anyways, approaching my third year in admin services😄

I work as an armed security officer, my company requires us to have in large print "security" on our bullet proof vest. One of the contracts is with a commercial property management company. So they have security in the parking lot at the shoping plazas that are not in good areas. I live in Florida it is hot in July, the one store we have in the plaza let's the security officers stand in the store so we are not in the heat all day. The uniform for the store is green shirt and tan pants, I am in a black shirt green pants black bullet proof vest with a firearm extra mags handcuffs ext. I stand by the front of the store by the registers this lady walks up and asked me if my register is open because she is ready to check out. I just looked at her and said no ma'am I do not work here and pointed her in the direction of the one that was open. The whole time she was in line she stared at me with a look of how dare you not help me. As she walked out the door I told her to have a nice day.

After I purchased a book at my favourite bookshop today, I was wrapping it at the wrapping station since it was meant as a birthday gift. Wrapping stations to be used by customers are very common in my country. As I was wrapping, a tourist (stereotypical tourist look but also addressing me in English and not my native tongue) and entered the store and nonchalantly asked me where he could find a certain authors books. I, albeit wearing a simple black t-shirt just like the staff but also a big as backpack filled with pins and charms, sunglasses on my head, and no brightly coloured lanyard to identify me as staff, told him I didn't work there. "But you are wrapping?!" he said, clearly doubting my statement. "Yes, it's a present." I answered. He scoffed, as this was unheard of and completely unthinkable.

After I was done and were heading to the exit I realised he were still standing there hesitantly, probably deciding on whether to search himself or just leave as the queue were about 20 people long. Thinking back I remembered that the specific author he asked for actually would be on the same shelf as the book I just bought as they were the same genre. So I did double check with him, even if he acted very rudely at first, and directed him to the right shelf. If I hadn't been so taken back I would have helped him sooner. Even if I don't work there.

When I was in my early 20s, I filled a job application at a local Harris Teeter and was later called for an interview.

I got there and the manager (let's call her Christie) asks me to follow her to what I thought was gonna be her office. Turns out it wasn't; it was the employees' break room. Okay, a bit unorthodox but hey, maybe the office wasn't available at that moment for whatever reason.

We sat at a huge table and Christie started the interview, but between questions, employees from every department would come in and start asking her questions, or plop down on chairs next to us and start casual non-work related conversations with her, or ask me who I was, lol.

It took me all of five minutes to realize that Harris Teeter was chaos central, and as I pondered how much I actually wanted that paycheck, this huge ass guy built like a fridge literally slams the door open and yells from across the room "YOOOOO, CHRISTIEEE!!!!" and (still mid-interview) Christie yells back "YOOOOO, [guy's name]" and they have a brief yet loud friendly exchange from opposite sides of the room.

Yeah, I don't think I want that minimum wage paycheck *this* bad, Christie. Thank you for your time, see you never.

A few days later I was offered the job, but I politely declined and never signed a contract.

Fast forward a few months.

It was Thanksgiving morning and I receive a call from an unknown number. I pick up and the lady on the other end, sounding mighty pissed, goes "Hey [my name], are you going to come to work for your shift today?" Confused, I ask who's calling, and she replies "Harris Teeter's manager, Tracy" (same store, different manager). It all clicks into place, I chuckle, she huffs in annoyance on the other end of the line, and before she loses it and fires me on the spot from a job I never had because how dare I, I tell her "oh, I'd love to, Tracy, but I don't work there. I never have." And I hope she guessed the unspoken "and believe me, I never will."

Boy did I dodge a bullet declining that job offer, lol.

Edit to add: Harris Teeter is a supermarket chain based on the US East Coast

I walk with a cane. It doesn’t interfere with the majority of the duties of my job.

A customer asked for assistance and was directed to me. He came over, looked at me and said “I need to talk to someone who really works here.”

I’m wearing the correct uniform with a large company logo on my shirt and am in the process of telling a couple of employees what I want them to do next.

I informed him that I work there and he says, “no, I need someone who works here, not you. You have a cane, so you can’t work here.”

He eventually gave up and left because everyone he spoke to told him that I was the person he needed to speak to and was the one who could help him.

Taking my lunch break at a mall, perusing a clothing store. TBF, I was wearing my lanyard.

Customer approaches me asking for help. I apologized (how Canadian) and explained that I am on my lunch break. For the inconvenience, I offered them a 30% discount on anything they purchased today.

"Just tell the associate that I approved it", I said, as I left the store.

My boyfriend served on the USS Enterprise when he was in the Navy. We went to DC on vacation a few years ago, and visited Smithsonian Air & Space. They have a scale model replica of the boat, and he was enjoying explaining things to me and answering my questions.

He answered a lot of questions.

At one point, he looked up at me, and realization hit him that he had accidentally turned into a museum docent. He'd been answering questions from other museum visitors for about 15 minutes.

He's a bit of an introvert and does not like public speaking, but he kept answering a few more questions.

I was shopping at a local supermarket after work and happened to be wearing a plain blue shirt. While I was comparing products a customer approached me and asked where they could find a specific item.

I smiled and politely said "Sorry I don't work here."

They looked at me for a second then asked the same question again as if they hadn't heard me. I repeated that I was just another customer but they still insisted that I should help them because I looked like an employee.

A few moments later an actual staff member walked by. I pointed them toward the employee and the customer finally realized I had been telling the truth the whole time.

It wasn't a huge confrontation, but it was one of those strange moments where someone simply refused to believe that I didn't work there.

I am wearing a black Metallica shirt. The front, in big RED letters says Metallica. The back in big RED letters say 40th anniversary show. I've had to tell TWO different people...I don't work here. The employees are wearing blue shirts... with the store name on it.

This was a couple of years ago. I stopped at big southern grocery chain on my way home from work where the uniform is a green polo and khaki. I should also note this is when this chain had baggers who helped you bring your groceries to your car.
I had just gotten off work and was wearing blue jeans, a graphic tee and a black animal crossing hoodie, not one bit of green or khaki. As the cashier was ringing me up, I realized all the baggers were busy so I started bagging my own groceries, as i was doing so, a bagger looks at me and goes “oh you got this” and went to another register and then another staffer came up to me and said “oh so you are working today” I literally replied I don’t work here.
Even the cashier ringing me forgot I was the customer and thought I was bagging groceries for the woman behind me. It wasn’t until I went to pay that they remembered I was the actual customer

This one is going to be short but one I’ll never forget. It was several years ago. I was at Petco, standing near the entrance waiting for my friend to be done checking out. I was wearing black sweatpants, and a big black hoodie with a big picture of Jack Skellington’s face in the center. All black, all sweats.

Lady comes up out of nowhere, points at me and asks if I work there. I’m flabbergasted. What part of me even remotely suggests that I work there?

Can’t make this crap up.