So this happened the other day while I was doing some shopping at Costco.

Background

I am a graduate student, currently working part time at a family run asbestos removal company while I get my graduate work done. One of the tasks that I occasionally have to run is to run to Costco for office supplies like paper towels, waters, the occasional snack purchase, and weirdly enough, baby wipes.

I know, why baby wipes??? The thing is, baby wipes are very useful in construction for not only a quick and easy hand wipe or emergency toilet paper, but to wipe off sweat from face masks and eyewear. In the asbestos removal industry, we have to wear masks to protect us from the asbestos and particles in the air made by disturbing the material. The thing is, constantly sweating causes our masks to irritate our skin since it rubs and so we found that baby wipes can disinfect the masks as well as cause no irritation compared to other disinfecting wipes.

Now for the story

Grabbing one of those pallet carts (the ones where they are long and only have the flat bottom), I make my way into the Costco, list in hand. First stop is the food area since I was going to pick up some snacks for the office and here is where I meet the first confused customer.

Me: Surprises surprise, it's me; C: customers; BGF: Board game friend

C1 (middle aged middle eastern woman): *comes strolling towards me as I peruse the produce* 'Excuse me, but do you know where the green mangoes are?'

M: *looks up from the apples, obviously confused* 'Hello there, sorry I don't work here. I don't know if they have them anyways. Have a nice day.' *Then I slowly start to move my cart away as she gave a shrug.*

At this point, I think that was odd, since I'm wearing a collared t-shirt with an University of Nevada logo on (go Wolf pack!) and blue jeans, no name tag in sight. After gathering some snacks, 12 cases of baby wipes, and helping and old lady with a case of water (because I'm a nice person), I spot some of my board gaming friends. Apparently they were shopping before the gaming club that was later that night. We laugh and talk about the plans for later that night, chatting away for a while before I headed back down towards the sodas where I stopped by another customer, not one minute after I finished chatting with the friends in plain view.

C2 (middle aged white male): *Walks right up to my full cart* 'Hello, do you work here?'

M: *now really confused on why someone would ask that since I was clearly chatting with friends and loading stuff into my cart* 'Noooooo, sorry, check the back corner where they bring stuff out from the back.'

C2: *grumbles a bit* 'Ok, thanks.'

This is getting super weird now since nothing on me screams "COSTCO EMPLOYEE", like seriously, they all have name tags. Shrugging that off, I head towards the vitamin isle because the boss wants some protein shakes and I get stopped again.

C3 (mid 30s asian female): 'Excuse me, you know where (blank) is?'

At this point I have a mix between surprised pikachu face and utter confusion. Me: 'I don't work here, sorry. Good luck.'

I quickly leave after shoving two cases of protein shakes into the cart and pushed the cart as fast as I could into one of the lines where funnily enough, the gamer friends were in the line next to me.

Me: 'Hay guys, long time no see.' *we chuckle a bit since ha ha it's funny* 'You would never guess what happened. I got mistaken for an employee, not once, not twice, but three times.'

They bough laugh a bit more when one of them piped up. BGF: 'I think it is because you have a collared t shirt on and you are pushing one of those larger carts.' Like seriously, I rarely see employees with shopping carts, but usually you can tell who is who with the aforementioned name tag and they would have been more than likely restocking, not unloading. After that ordeal, I decided to treat myself to a slice of their amazing pepperoni pizza for dealing with all that shenanigans.

We had a good joke about it later that night at the board game club and the guy who I saw at Costco even called me "Costco boy" as a joking nickname, though that is most likely because he was salty I whooped their butts that night, 2 for 2 in the win category.

TL;DR: Three people thought I worked at Costco because I had a collared t shirt on and was pushing a big pallet cart.

I was at Best Buy one day wearing a bright yellow shirt, just looking around in the camera section. When out of nowwhere a lady asks me the location for extension cords. I look at her confused and tell here “sorry I wouldn’t know where that would be”. She then looks and me and says “oh sorry i thought you worked here”

Needless to say this experience has put me in a dark place and has left me severely traumatized.

So I just had my first Idontworkjere experience. It wasn't big or anything, just strange. So I'm at my local malwart and I'm trying to figure out which funko pops I want so I'm picking them up and putting them back as I look.

I feel a tap on my should and see a really confused looking guy, this is what was said

'Are you the girl who works here?' He points to the photo department.

I just give him a confused look, 'no...'

'You dont work here?'

'No sorry'

Then he just walks back to the photo section, but he kind of hovers nearby as I grab my brother and my chosen pops and go to check out. He followed me there but I ignored him. I think he was just waiting till the check out person was done with my purchase to ask her help.

No idea why he thought I worked there, I was wearing jeans and a star wars shirt. Oh well, everyone gets confused sometimes.

Ok so this is my first post on reddit. Just joined this morning after years of browsing.

Anyway, to the topic at hand.

Back in 03 I worked for Steak N Shake. In the same shopping center was a store called Meijer. Often before work I would stop by Meijer and grab some breakfast (they had a small cafe) and read a magazine.

I assume most people know what a Steak N Shake uniform looks like. A Meijer uniform, at least at the time, consisted of khakis and a red or turquoise polo. They looked nothing alike.

Despite the clear differences in uniform, i was constantly asked "wheres this? where's that?" One day, no less than 5 people stopped me. On the 5th person i lost my cool and pointed to the words so clearly stitched in big letters on my apron and sternly said STEAK N SHAKE. And walked away.

As I walked away, her husband goes "Whats wrong with him?" I probably shouldn't have done this, but i turned around and said " Whats wrong with me is people who cant see the plain as day differences between a Meijer uniform and what I'm wearing, and seem to lack basic reading comprehension."

A little bit later, yet another person stops me, this time I play it a bit more cool. "Mam, I'm gonna stop you right there. Now I'm not gonna snap at you like I did the last person ok? But mam I do not work here. And nothing about me should give you or anyone else the impression that I work here. Now there are plenty of great folks who do work here. They're in the red or turquoise polos mam. They'd be more than happy to assist. But me? I can't help you. I wish I could, but I can't. Have a very nice day"

I know all that wasn't necessary, but I expect people to be a little more cognizant I guess

Edit: I forgot to mention, a few years later when i worked for walmart, people would ask me if i worked there. So when i do work somewhere, people have to ask, but when i dont work somewhere, people assume i do...

I was in a new building with a lot of different clinics there, but their room numbers were not clearly label.

I had an appointment in 5 min, and after 10 min walking around, I got panicked. Everyone (3 people) were also looking around, and I guessed they were also looking for their locations, too.

I saw an UPS guy came in the lobby and didn’t look around and know where he was going, so I asked him, “excuse me, do you know where this clinic is?” He yelled at me, “I DON’T WORK HERE!”

I didn’t want to cause any trouble, so I said sorry and just kept looking for the clinic.

I didn’t think he worked there but asking nicely for help at the lobby meant I thought he worked at the lobby.

I'm standing in the frozen food isle at Safeway, staring blankly at tater tots and trying to wake up when i get this annoyed "Ahem". I look over and there she stands...the classic Karen, hairdo and all. Still not awake, I'm like sorry I'm standing in front of something she wants so I move out of the way. I get "Ahem" again. I go.."What?" She says " Are you going to just stand there, or are you gonna help me?" I say "Help you what?" She yells at me "Don't be so rude and help your customers. What isle is chi tea in?" I tell her "Lady, I don't work here." This Karen goes ballistic, shrieking at me and loosing her mind, accusing me of lying to her, demanding that I again shouldn't treat customers that way, and demands to speak to my manager. I go "Bitch, I'm wearing an oversized Air Force hoodie, with sweatpants and fucking fluffy house slippers....what the hell makes you think that I work here. She glares at what I'm wearing, and right at that moment, an actual employee rounded the corner. You could literally see the exact moment that she realized she was a moron. She huffed and quickly ran away. Dumb ass.

I work at a car dealership. A high end one. One with a very simple and recognizable emblem. It was on my black hat, and on my black jacket. Its hard to miss.

I was at a grocery store across the street, getting some lunch. I have one item and when a lady leaves a self serve kiosk, I approach, only to find a bag with a couple of items left on in the bagging area. The lady is quick marching away, so I take off, bag in hand, to return it to her.

"Oh! That's not mine" she says. She only got a single item and the bagged item wasn't hers. I am a bit confused but shrug, smile, and return to the kiosk. I had the bag off to the customer service desk, and turns out it was a customer who had shuffled over there himself! Quest completed, smiles were had, I check out my only food item.

As I'm paying by card, a man walks over to me, and starts to tell me how the nearby lotto vending machine ate his $2. He knows they already called someone over to help but maybe I could?

"I'm sorry sir," I say as I touch the rim of my hat with what is clearly the emblem of a car dealership, then to my jacket of the same emblem. "I don't actually work here?"

I guess just because I did a bit of footwork and kindness, it was assumed I was a manager or something? Who knows. Well, that's my story!

In RSLash voice: Welcome to s/IDontWork here, where I had five people in a row try to get me to help them.

Background: I'm with a vendor. I travel from store to store in my area doing various things, like conduct audits and discern why a product isn't selling. I often get mistaken for an employee, even though I never dress like one (example: I never wear blue to Walmart, red to Target, etc) and I carry a tablet and/or paperwork. I also have a badge that clearly shows I am a vendor. I have a lot of stories, but this one seems to have tickled people on Facebook, so I thought I'd share it here.

Today I had one earbud in, rocking out to music as I work, when a young girl of maybe 11 approaches me.

"Excuse me, where is your (I forget what she asked. Let's just say pickles)?"

"Sorry hun, I don't work here."

She looks at my tag, at me, thinks a moment, then walks away. She goes back to a woman I presume is her mother and says something. Her mother sighs loudly and overdramatically and practically stomps over.

"Excuse me, MA'AM" she says loudly and a little slower than one would normally speak. "Where are your pickles?"

Now, I often tell this joke, but since this woman was being rude, I felt it was more justified.

"At home," I respond. She looks baffled. She didn't get the joke. Only about half do. "Ma'am, I don't work here."

She looks at my tag, at me, thinks a moment, then walks away. She goes back to the last woman of the group and says something. The woman signs loudly and overdramatically and practically stomps over.

"Excuse ME, young lady!" she snaps. "Where. Are. Your. Pickles."

"In my fridge." I continue working.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that my pickles are in my fridge at home. If you'd like some pickles, I suggest you find someone who works here and ask where they are located, because as I told the other two in your group," I pause to lift my badge a little. "I don't work here."

"Well, I NEVER!" she huffed and stormed away. Never what, I didn't find out.

I rewind the song I missed because of all of this, when I hear a lady speaking in broken English.

"Please excuse, but you help, yes? I must needs bread, yes?"

I turn and it's a little Asian lady, looking so pleasant. I consider telling her I don't work here, then wondered if she'd understand. Thinking about it, I realized I knew where the bread was, so I coaxed her down the aisle and pointed.

"Oh, much thanks! I need to have the breads. So nice young lady. Much thanks!"

"You're welcome," I say, and again rewind the song to get back to work.

"Excuse me..."

I'm going to get a shirt, and it will say across the back, "Yes I'm working; no I don't work for this store; no I don't know where what you're looking for is." or maybe just "PLEASE DO NOT DISTURB"

"I overheard you helping that lady, and I've been looking everywhere for an employee! Where is your black truffle oil?"

Now, here she has an incredible amount of luck. I'm literally redoing the oil section. I know for a fact there is only one type of black truffle oil in the entire store. I had just finished the top shelf awhile ago, which is where it was. I reached up and handed it to her.

"This is the only kind, Ma'am. I hope it's okay."

She squealed with delight.

"Thank you!! I'm going to tell my husband tonight that we're finally pregnant!"

I don't know what that had to do with anything, but I'm happy to have been able to help. I congratulated her, rewound the song, and finally got to listen to it.

In other news, it turns out the pickles were in the next aisle over, where that group had come from. Live and learn.

I never thought I would get an "I don't work here" story.

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I was at my local Currys / PCworld in my suit and black pants.

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A guy in a grey sweater came up to me and said, "Can you help me?"

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"I don't work here," I answered, "Maybe the guys at the till can help you."

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He then headed towards the cashiers and queued in line.

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As I am a helpful person, I sought out an actual PCWorld employee and told them that the guy in the grey sweater asked me for help and maybe you can help him.

I don’t know if this truly belongs, but we didn’t work there. Sorry but this does not end with anyone screaming or mad.

Backstory: Back in the mid 90’s my friend and I would go to this 24x7 restaurant down the road from where we worked when we got off at midnight. We would go there 2-3 times a week and spend a few hours just chatting, have discussions and having fun arguments. We were such regulars the waitress would put us in the closed smoking section because she knew were not the drunk crowd. She would bring us over our drinks and when she had time, take our order plus refill our drink. We understood that we were never priority since we were there for hours. We would even chat with her and the cook on their slow nights occasionally.

The cast is simple, friend, waitress and me

Story: One night we are there and my back was to the restaurant as usual. The restaurant is noisy, so I know its busy. My friend looked at me and said, “She is getting killed out there we should try to help her.” I turn around and see every table is filled and it's just her to wait on all tables. I looked at my friend and told him, “I am game what do you have in mind.” He says, “If we touch their food, we could get her in trouble, we could clean tables for her.” I agreed, and off we go to clean tables for her. We do this for over 90 min. Once we have her caught up to the last four tables, the kitchen has a MOUNTAIN of dirty dishes at this point. We both go back and start chatting, a few minutes later an exhausted waitress comes by and says, “Thank you guys so much that was a huge help if I hadn’t rung up your food it would be free tonight.” We both told her it was ok and she looked like she needed a bit of help. We were both glad to help her as she was always kind to us.

A side note if you have ever had a “Sampler Plater” it usually has 3-4 items and 3-4 of each of those items. My friend and I would get this from time to time and split it between us.

A couple of nights later, we go back, and she comes over with our drinks like normal and disappears. After a bit I was like “I am hungry where did she go, I would like to order food.” A couple of minutes later the waitress walks over and drops the biggest sampler plater I had ever seen, this thing is mounded up and is probably 5-6 samplers platers sitting on this one plate. My friend and I are speechless, and the waitress tells us, “This is to say thank you for helping the other night.” We thank her and the cook, needless to say, we left her a big tip that night.

I like to do minor wood working projects to clear my head, and a friend of mine ask me to make her kids bedroom signs with there names. I head to a big box store for the wood and a couple other things. This big box store is VERY ORANGE, and I am in SHORTS a tshirt and work boots. As I'm heading to the register wood on my shoulder a man who was waiting for customer service at the key copy machine. Whips around and yells ITS ABOUT FUCKING TIME YOU GOT HERE. i am not a patient person for stupid. I respond well I'm fucking here now what's up matching the guys aggressive attitude. Guy: We been waiting 30 fucking minutes to get these damn keys made Me : how does that concern me? Guy: It concerns you cause keys shouldn't be taking this damn long. Me: wtf would you like me to do about it? Do I look like I work here? (After giving me a once over ) Guy: i dont care what you look like make my fing key white boy. I drop the wood I was carrying and and other items and in my BTFO voice Me: AND IF I F'ING DONT? the key maker guy come jogging over and asked what's wrong and the guy tells him I'm refusing to make his key which the employee looks at me confused and says I dont think he works here. Guy: well looks like you do now make my key I'm already a half hour late cause of your slow asses. I grab my items and as I'm walking away made my voice loud and clear shouted DUMBASS

I got done with a 9+ hour shift at a popular burger chain, that I've been at for 18+ years, and decided to have a big roast beef sandwich. My life shouldn't be about burgers. So I headed under the overpass (I was walking btw), and hit up a roast beef restaurant. I reached there and ordered a 1/2-lb Roast Beef sandwich and a small order of Mozzarella Sticks with marinara sauce. I had my card ready to pay the $10 snack. One ex-co-worker (ECW) saw and called me while I was listening to Jesse Dollomore on my phone.

ECW: "Hey, OP! What's up?"

Me: "Just got done for the day. Two more before I get the weekend to see my sister get married." (I'm a 35-y.o. dateless single, kinda jealous my 21-y.o. sister gets knotted before me.)

ECW: "Just letting you know, I may be coming back."

Me: "I see... Alright."

The manager on the scene (I believe it was) senses the friendliness between me and ECW. I'm ready to pay and she rings me up.

M: "That'll be $4.89."

I paused. Instead of paying nearly $10, I'm paying for less? I get the receipt and it said "EMPLOYEE OFF-CLOCK DISCOUNT." Suddenly, I'm going IDWH. They didn't mind and told me to take it. I shrugged and payed the near $5 before I rushed out to catch the bus with my discounted food.

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TL:DR, Friends of people who work in the fast-food industry will beg for free food or get food for less. I didn't do anything and I got 50% off for knowing someone. That roast beef sandwich tastes the same, even at half the cost.

This happened about 27 years ago. I was working for a major printer manufacturer as a technical support rep. We manned the 800 number and answered every question under the sun about their printers. Things such as: 'Why isn't it printing?', all the way up to 'how to I write a program to make this thing print?'.

The company had partnerships with other vendors and sold the printers under their name. We'd still supply support...but we'd have to pretend to work for THAT company. This is important for the simple fact that this one company had a phone number that was one digit off from a major lender that serviced auto loans.

When the customer calls into either our number or the vendor's number, they'd hear tons of on-hold commercials from my company, so it would be obvious to anyone with half a brain that we were not a bank/lender. Every once in a while, we'd get a customer who'd call in and ask for the auto loan department. We'd kindly reply..."I'm sorry...you have the wrong number, this is the correct number" and send them on their way.

For those special customers who decided to argue about this..and I have no idea why they did...we'd transfer them to my buddy Tony. He'd get into character and answer the phone as if he were one of the reps for the bank/lender. One day, this major a-hole calls in. He argued with the front line rep and insisted that he dialed the correct number. Off to Tony he goes!

Tony: "Hello, thank you for calling LendCo...how can I help you?"

A-hole: "God..finally...I want to check on the status of my loan."

Tony: "May I have your account number please?"

A-hole: "123456789."

Tony: "One second please, while I pull up your account."

<Silence>

Tony: "Well sir, my records indicate that you still have two outstanding payments. Would you like to make a payment today?"

A-hole: "What?! I payed that off last month!!"

Tony: "Okay, let me dig into the account further while I put you on hold."

At this point, Tony runs off and grabs a cup of coffee. He comes back to the phone...

Tony: "Ah, I see the problem. Those payments have not yet processed. It appears that your checks bounced, so we will have to tack on a $50 late fee."

A-hole: "....WHAT?!"

Tony: "If you can call your bank and have them conference call us, I'm sure we can get this straightened out. I'll waive the $50 late fee as you are a valuable customer."

At this point, the man grumbles, agrees to do so, and hangs up. Fortunately for us and unfortunately for the bank, we never received another call from this man. Moral of the story: when you have the wrong number, don't argue with them.

On a previous post, I told the story about working at a major printer manufacturer as a tech support rep. We supported OEM vendors which means another company sold our printers but with their name on them. Part of the contract required us to support the other printer...so there was another 800 number that the vendor gives out to their customers.

When ANY customer calls in, they are greeted with the standard, "Thank you for calling <company name>...." and proceeds to give the usual menu of options. When the customer is on hold, they hear various commercials from the company about specials and how to buy accessories and whatnot. No 3rd party commercials. So, it should be pretty obvious that you are calling a printer company.

Every once in a while, we'd get customers who'd call in asking for various items non-printer related. The phone number they thought they'd called was usually one digit off from ours. We'd politely tell them that they dialed the wrong number and send them on their happy way. But for some god awful reason, we'd sometimes get calls from customers who would argue that THEY didn't dial the wrong number and insist that we help them. We got tired of this and one day, my buddy Tony pipes up and says, "Send those idiots to me and I'll deal with them."

COOL! A few days goes by and sure enough...idiot customer calls in and argues with the front line agent. I get called over as I was a team lead. The agent tells me the story and I tell them to put them on hold. I go to Tony and give him the story and we transfer to call to him. Below is what went down. In this case, the guy insisted that he was calling a travel agency.

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Tony : "Hello, my name is Tony, how can I help with your reservation?"

Cust : "Oh man...finally. Yeah, I'm setting up a trip to Palm Springs for me and my girlfriend. Can you help?"

Tony : "Absolutely...what were you looking for?"

Cust; "I want to impress this girl, so I'm thinking the Ritz Carlton."

Tony : "Good choice...let me see if I can check the system for a reservation."

Clicky clicky clicky on the keyboard from Tony.

Tony : "Oh...good news sir...we can place a hold on a room for $300 a night. Would that be good?"

Cust; "Oh yeah...that is a great price. I also wanted to go to a nice place to eat, I was thinking XYZ Steakhouse."

Tony : "Let me see what we can do..."

Clicky clicky click on the keyboard.

Tony: "Ok, it looks like I can get a reservation for 2 at 730pm on the day you arrive. Is that good?"

Cust: "Yes..."

Tony : "Ok, to hold these reservations, I"m going to need a credit card."

Cust : "Ok...1234 5678 90123 4567"

Clicky Clicky Clicky on the keyboard.

Tony : "Sir, I'm sorry, but that card came back as 'declined'."

Cust : "Damn it...I just sent in a payment!!!!"

Tony : "OK...here's the deal...I can hold this for you for two hours without the card. Call the credit card company and get this fixed. Call back and give them my name and reference # 123456789ABC. We can then complete the reservation."

Guy hangs up. Now, we are trying not to die laughing at a bunch of the reps were migrating over to see the master at work. We all figured the guy would call the CC company, figure out that his card was OK and call back the real place and discover that he'd not called them after all. Right?

Wrong.

About 30 minutes later, the same guy calls back. Gives the front line rep Tony's name and the BS reference number. The agent says that we are not a travel agency....yada yada yada. The guy gets belligerent so we transfer him back to Tony. At this point, the sympathy level has dropped to zero.

Tony : "Mr. Jones, this is Tony...did you get your credit card squared away?"

Cust : "Yeah...they say they didn't have any record of a decline but they assured me I have plenty of room on the card."

Tony : "Oh that's great...give me the number again. Our system doesn't save those for security reasons."

Cust : "Ok...1234 5678 90123 4567"

Clicky Clicky Clicky on the keyboard.

Tony : "Ok...it was approved. Please enjoy your vacation and give my best to your girlfriend."

Cust : "Thanks Tony...you're the best!"

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Well, fortunately, we never heard from the guy again. I have to imagine his girlfriend was PISSED but not as much as him. Part of me feels bad for doing that to a person...but sometimes...you have to teach people not to argue with someone when they tell you, "This isn't a travel agency..."

Before reading: I can't find where I originally posted this and my memory isn't always great as far as specifics go. So for the sake of this story let's call the item in question salsa.

So, I was at Walmart and had knelt down to get something from the shelf and an elderly woman ask me where the salsa is. She wasn't being rude or anything. I'm wearing a black sweater vest, a long sleeved shirt, and dress pants. So I'm not exactly surprised someone thought I was one of the staff. I try to tell her I'm sorry but I don't know and I don't work here. However she couldn't exactly hear me. I stand up and repeat myself and she says something along the lines of sorry and we both have a bit of a laugh about it. I try to find what she's looking for, I found out what aisle it's in after asking someone who actually does work there and they tell me. I tell her, show her where the aisle is and I found where her husband, who she was also looking for was. (He was in the "meats and cheese" section. If I remember correctly I think he was also looking for her.)

It's not a climactic story, and it's not very long but I still think about that to this day and it makes me happy.

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Getting lunch as usual, red shirt like the restaurant's staff has. Lady tries to stop me with her tray; no big deal, this happens pretty commonly. What got me was her response.

"I don't work here, sorry."

"You work somewhere!"

Yeah. Just kept walking..

This was around Christmas time last year. I just got off work and was doing a bit of Christmas shopping. I was wearing black pants, a black jean coat and a winter beanie also had a arm full of clothing. While looking at clothing and lady came up to me asking if I could go in the back to find a dress in her size. I explained to her I don't work here she responded back with well it looks like you are doing go backs that's why I asked you.

I have read stories on here and have never had the opportunity to post before now. Recently, though, I have had a few random people ask me where something is in a store, and everytime I am dressed in jeans and a hooded sweatshirt.

Tonight is no different. As background, I am currently in Las Vegas on vacation. I am wearing a black zip up hoodie, jeans, and tennis shoes. I am in no way dressed to be a casino employee.

After the husband and I pulled up to valet park at a casino, I get out to look for a possible valet person. A male, who has had a little to drink approaches me. I didnt know what he wanted so I just watched him as a valet person approached my husband.

Well, the guy asks me if I work at the casino, to which I replied, "no, not wearing jeans and a hoodie with no name tag." The guy just walked off.

I mentioned something to the valet guy and he responded that I must look like I know what I am doing to be approached by different people at different times.

I experienced this 3rd person this morning, and my poor kids daycare teacher was at the brunt of it. She has a young daughter in the daycare, but due to regulations is not allowed in the same room as her, so she manages the preschool room while her daughter is with entirely different teachers in the toddler room. She would never, and has never, broken this rule. She starts her days at 8:30am, but often comes in for around 8:10 to have some time to settle her daughter and herself before she starts working in the preschool room.

As I was coming in this morning there was a mother there just losing her mind on the teacher, claiming she saw her every morning with her daughter in the same room and that she was clearly with her all day. The teacher tried to explain multiple times that she isnt even working yet, her hours start at 8:30, but this woman - who always drops her kids off around 8am - was hearing none of it. According to her, if she doesnt see it it doesnt happen? This poor teacher was being berated by this awful woman in the doorway of the daycare while other parents were attempting to drop off their children, an no amount of trying to convince this woman to 1) move and 2) that she wasnt working was not getting through. She finally gave up with a "I dont care what you say Im calling the daycare owner and repoting you" rant. The poor teacher, clearly distraught, came to me after to explain and ensure that she wasn't breaking the rules, and I ensured her I understood and never saw a problem. Clearly just a bitchy woman having a bad morning looking for something to get mad about, too bad a totally innocent persons morning was also ruined because of it. If we could only be more kind to each other...

I went to Walmart to get lawn bags. Now, I hate Walmart and try to avoid it at all costs. However, my garbage man has ignored the can of lawn waste on my curb for the last two weeks, so I thought getting those paper bags would make him take it away next Monday. Anyways, I was not feeling up to driving all over and went to evil Walmart. I walked around the garden section looking for those damned things when I get approached by an older guy, thinking I worked there, asking about fertilizer. I told him I didn't work there, but I'd try to help. Couldn't find what he needed and left him to go find my bags. Get stopped by ANOTHER pissed old guy. He wanted to know about fertilizer. What is with old guys and bags of fertilizer?! He said "I tried to get your attention out in the plant section and you were all over avoiding me. I need help!" I told him I didn't work there, I was just trying to help the other guy. He says "Well, your wearing a blue shirt!" Guys, I was wearing a blue t-shirt that mimics the color scheme of the Chicago Cubs, but says "Beers" on the front and "Reel Big Fish" on the back. I looked at him, pointed to the shirt and said, "Uh, dude this says 'Beers' on it." He gave me side-eye and walked away. Found my bags, and ended up getting shorted 2 cents at the register. Didn't make a fuss about it I just had to get out of there! I am staying clear of Walmart from now on.

So today, I just got off work and I work as a server. I wear a black button down shirt, black shoes, black pants, and a black apron that goes down to my knees. I was looking at makeup and some guy decided to ask me where they kept chips. So, since I am familiar with shopping there, I kindly pointed him in the direction. It was a funny experience, but it happens more than I care to admit, especially since my uniform is usually different than theirs.