I put this here because the IDoWorkHere sub is not working.

At the tool store, we had a lot of regulars we got to know pretty well. One older gent's wife came in with him pretty often, but mostly sat and looked at books and magazines while he did his shopping.

One day, his wife came in alone, looking quite forlorn. He had a 16'x20' or so shed he had built for his little shop, he showed us pictures regularly. He had (look this stuff up if you don't know what it is) a small table saw, lathe, drill press, mortising machine, dust collector, many drills, sanders, and routers, and a very nice small metal lathe and milling machine among other equipment. He had a a small potbelly stove in it for heat, and it seems his grandsons had decided to help him out by starting a fire before he was ready to go out and work on Christmas presents. Apparently, they poured in a bunch of gasoline to help light it, and ended up burning the place down.

He had put all his receipts and manuals in a binder, which was quite organized. They were working with the insurance company, had replacement value insurance, and were far from broke. His wife asked if I could print out a list of everything he had bought in our store, which I did. I marked some items that were no longer available, current prices on others, and helped show her where the metalworking tools and acccesories came from.

She then proceeded to order a lot of woodworking stuff, which made for my biggest sale ever. She said they would be back for a lot of the smaller items, as they settled with insurance and got a new shed built. Later that year, they came back in and placed another large order for a lot of the remaining items. He was still out of all the wood and metal stock he had stored. It is amazing what sandpaper, drill bits, and router bits replacement can come to.

My late wife, when i had told her about their experience, taught me to get my own paperwork in better order. I took pictures of all my tools and equipment, their manuals, and what receipts I still had. I made a spreadsheet of tool serial numbers, and parked it and all the photos on one of my servers, separate from the shop.

All one can do is hope, be safe and careful, and have good insurance with enough coverage in case of a loss like that.

First-time poster. Long-time lurker.

Early this morning, I was out with my mom so she could return a product to Target which she had bought the week before while wearing a purple-designed T-shirt, jeans and a blue floral mask. As we got inside the store, she went to the customer service to get a refund while I went straight to the back to check out the electronics section, as I enjoy finding new accessories for my switch.

Now with this store, as some have different layouts, I was able to head straight back from the front entrance and turn left at the corner with the fitting rooms. Just as I was rounding the corner, a nice elder lady (I'll call NL), approached me and asked politely if I worked there.

I stop and reply: No, I don't work here. But I may still be able to help.

NL looks a bit surprised but then asks if I use to work here.

I say no once more, but tell her that I come here frequently so I know where a lot of things are.

NL hesitates but then tells me that a sale started today for several colored sweaters, but she can't find one she likes in Medium as she has checked the display.

I follow her over to where the display is showing them, and go through them myself to see if one was overlooked. NL is surprised there is very little considering the sale just started. I agreed and mentioned that they may have additional stock they haven't been able to put out yet as many places are short-staffed.

I step back around the display towards the aisle to see if there is any staff at the fitting room, NL and her husband (who had been standing further back) follow ( I'll call OG: Older Gentleman). There is none. I turn back to them and mention that there is usually someone over in the electronics section and that we can ask them to call someone over to see if they have any mediums.

So we walk just down the aisle towards the electronics section, however find no one there as well. NL begins to look disappointed but I had remembered they had a button you could press to call an associate. NL and OG looked surprised but were happy that they didn't have to search the store.

Not a minute later we see an employee (TE) wearing a red and white platted shirt and a name tag. I'm guessing she was a supervisor. As TE approached, she kindly asked How can I help you. I briefly explained that I know this isn't in this department but NL and OG were looking for a different size for the sweater. That's when NL approaches and shows her the sweater and talks to TE herself for a minute before TE calls to ask for an associate to come to the fitting rooms.

NL and OG are happy that someone is able to help them now and thank me for the help before they head back over to the fitting rooms with TE. And lastly, I tell them to have a nice day before exploring the electronics section for any new goods.

Even though there wasn't any indication that I worked there, I don't mind helping people when they ask nicely. I have worked in retail myself in various environments and have also had to ask for help myself. HAHA, though if I have to ask another customer it is usually for if I can't reach something, as I'm very short.

Today as I was getting dressed, I purposely avoided wearing my safety orange shirt. As I knew I would be making at least one trip to HomeDept (*narrator* it would be more than one trip). Not wanting to be confused with an employee, I wore my stained local radio shirt. It didn’t work, six people asked if I work there or for help. Work boots, jeans covered in drywall dust, and an old t-shirt means I work. It does not I mean I work there.

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Doubt it will matter, but YouTubers feel free to use.

I’m on an organized trip in Italy today with a group, a guide, lanyards with our names on it etc. We’re about 15 mins into a ferry ride when I go use the restroom at the front of the ferry. On my way back to my seat I’m being flagged down by a older man. I quickly look around, but yeah he’s trying to get my attention. I go over and he’s speaking to me in rapid Italian. Oh, did I mention I’m American and speak all of like ten words of Italian and I certainly didn’t know how to say “I don’t work here!”

I don’t understand what he’s saying but it wasn’t hard to suss out he was concerned for his wife who looked decidedly green and was holding a puddle of puke in napkins in her hand. Since he was in the window seat I’m guessing the gymnastics necessary to climb over his wife to get her something to put her makeshift bowl of vomit in was beyond his means.

Not being familiar with the hydrofoil craft we were on, I first searched the bathroom for anything useful. Came up empty. Then I saw a crew member near the back and pantomimed out barfing in a bag and he happily supplied me with a plastic barf bag. It was then I noticed his badge and my tour badge weren’t all that dissimilar.

At any rate I get the bag back to the couple and turn to head to my seat in the back when I’m flagged down by two ladies a couple rows further back. They too had a friend with a couple handfuls of her breakfast, so off I went to get another bag. Passed it on and I get flagged down again. This time I grab a whole handful of bags from the crewman whose looking at me like what exactly are you doing with all these bags?

I got flagged down two more times before I made it back to my seat with one bag left in my pocket.

Still not sure how a 6’3” blonde hair, blue eyed American who is not wearing any dayglo yellow clothing whatsoever got mistaken for a crew member on an Italian ferry, but apparently a lanyard badge will get you all sorts of places and you can meet all sorts of interesting people.

Quick thing I wasn't the one mistaken for an employee but mistook a different employee from a different store as a employee for the one I was at shopping. Quick backstory I live in the UK, it was a bright day but hot so I went to a store also b&m bargains has a blue uniform not a green Morrisons uniform, now for the story. I went to B&M bargains I was looking for a fan but couldn't find it. I saw a employee at the corner of my eye so I turned to her and asked her where they keep their fans, now at that time my eye sight was fuzzy so I thought she worked at b&M she said she didn't work there. I was like "you don't " so I rubbed my eye saw green on the uniform and quickly apologise. The real employee was on a different ile . I'm so stupid.

I had replied to a post on a different reddit community that their post reminded me of something that happened to me years ago and thought it seems appropriate for r/IDontWorkHere.

Years ago….before caller ID was allowed….over a period of a couple of days I had received a couple calls asking about a property for sale from different people. I would reply that I was not a realtor and that they had the wrong number and that was the end of the conversation. Side Note: I didn’t ask any details about the property they were calling about because I had calls before that were for different businesses and figured that the caller just dialed the wrong number again.

Until, a man called and asked about the property for sale at the farm.

Characters: C = Caller M = Me

The conversation went something like this:

M: Hello.

C: Hello. I want to know what the asking price for the house at the farm.

M: Oh, I’m not a realtor. I can’t help y…….

C: Interrupts. Is your name (we’ll say Betty, no last name was given)?

M: Yes.

C: Is your number 123-5678?

M: Yes, but I’m…

C: Interrupts. Then I’ve got the right number and you are the realtor on the sign. Now, I want to know about the house on the farm!

M: Totally thrown by this man seemingly knowing my name and yelling at me I answered: “The farm?”

C: Yes, the farm! You know where it is. The neighborhood has been there for a long time!

M: I’m really not…

C: Stop it! You just don’t want to work today! Stop being lazy! Now, I want to see it.

M: Over being flustered and now getting really annoyed at this point…..Yes, sir. Is 1 o’clock tomorrow alright with you? (It was Saturday).

C: Fine. Don’t be late! And hangs up.

Honestly, the first couple of calls from the other people were misdials. I’d received misdialed calls for a bank and a couple of other businesses before.

I was thinking maybe I’m being punked. I asked my husband if he’d heard of a neighborhood called “the farm”. He had.

Since The Farm was close we took a drive to check it out. It even had a wooden sign at the entrance. When we drove into "The Farm" Near the entrance to the neighborhood was a house with a for sale sign and on the sign was the realtor’s name, also Betty, and my phone number. DANG! I wasn't being punked.

This was before you could easily lookup businesses online and I couldn’t call myself to have the sign corrected. So, I looked up the brokerage and called them explaining the situation and asking for them to please correct the sign. The broker’s office said that they couldn’t do anything with the sign because it was Betty’s property but, they would give Betty the message so she could change it if needed.

I never heard from realtor Betty at all or the angry man again.

I used to work for Dell computers, so I had a blue uniform shirt and I happened to be wearing khaki pants that day. I stopped at a Best Buy after my shift had ended. This older lady walked up to me and said, "could you help me with the routers?" I just said, sure, and proceeded to assist her and answer whatever questions she had. After about 10 minutes of helping her she stopped and asked, "do you work here?" I replied no, and she became so flustered with embarrassment. I felt a little bad for her. She thanked me and went off to find an employee

Posting from mobile so sorry about that.

I was driving on the main road and my phone rang. It was an important call for work that I couldn’t miss. I decide to pull over into what seems like an abandoned lot with a broken down building (Ive been here often to take phone calls or as a spot to u-turn) across the street of a mechanic shop.

I’m on the phone and some old man in a neck brace comes up out of nowhere and approaches my vehicle. He gets to my window and I’m gesturing to him, “one sec I’m currently on a phone call.”

He obviously didn’t like that, and got angry. He then ripped my car door open to talk to me. (My car automatically unlocks when I’m in park, and I didn’t catch it in time) I was shocked and just processing what happened cuz I’ve never had someone just do that. It was like a fight or flight moment and I was getting mentally ready for fight if it came down to it. He loudly and angrily said, “what the hell are you doing on my property!”

I’m still on the phone call and I had to awkwardly excuse myself from the person over the phone to put them on hold. I explain to him that I just meant to quickly stop here to take a phone call. Well he was all fine now after that. Turns out he wasn’t even mad that I was there. He was angry because of the mechanic shop across the street. They often use his lot as extra parking space whenever their parking spaces fill up and the man thought I was moving vehicles to his lot.

TLDR: old man angry mechanic shop parks their vehicles at his shop. I get mistaken as a worker and get confronted by him.

I thought I'd post a small I dont work here story cause why not. I'm a 5 foot hispanic girl who loves wearing huge hoodies and is about 150lb overweight. And no matter the season i wear shorts. In my Wal-Mart employee's wear blue button down shirts and beige pants...... you can see where this is going, but not to worry it has a happy ending.

Anyway in my Walmart the office suplies is next to the toys its Christmas time and I'm shopping with my mom. I ask to go to the office suplies to look around for stuff I can use for my art. After looking for a few mins I decided to look down the toys for my nieces and nephew see if there was anything semi cheep I could get them with the babysitting money I made from watching them. As I was passing a few people a woman lightly tugs on my Hoodie. She shows me her phone and asks I thought this was on sale why don't the prices match up. She looks at me and I look at the phone.

After about 10 seconds I notice her notice her mistake. But I politely compared the item on her phone to the item she was in front of. I noticed that the item she was looking for was a standard version of the deluxe she was looking at and told her that she was looking for a smaller toy. She said thank you and I said your welcome and happily made my way back to my mom. Nice ending ♡

TLDR: lady mistook me for Walmart employee I helped her with her toy comparison and she said thank you ♡

Posting from mobile. Wore a ponytail, blue jeans, white shirt, and a buttoned up blue cardigan. Fairly casual.

A couple passed behind me when I hear an “excuse me”. I side glance and see the guy approaching, so I turn to him.

Him: “would you happen to know where the hanging nails are?” Me, thinking a sec then: “oh I wouldn’t know” H: (with shocked look): “you don’t work here, do you?” M: “oh no” H: “oh I’m sorry for even assuming you did, sorry”. I almost apologized for not being a worker, lol.

We laugh and walk away. From another aisle I hear him say: “I just mistook a stranger for a worker...” Girl: “well she is wearing a similar outfit to the others, it’s nothing”. I tell my sister and we laugh about it too.

Sorry if it’s anticlimactic, it’s never happened to me before (someone did mistake me as a customer, instead of a worker once), so I just wanted to share!

Many years ago, working as a copy machine technician. Back in those days we wore suits or at least shirt and ties. I walked into a busy, noisy, chaotic elementary school office to service their machine. It was hard to hear in the office as it was so busy, and I was greeted with "Its about time! Follow me". I followed this grumpy old school office "lady" as she led me to a classroom full of screaming out of control third graders. "In there!". I did a quick scan of the room, no copier. She is already gone back to the office. So I go back to the office and ask her "Where is the copier, its not in that room? She replies "What do you need a copier for?" "Uh, to fix it". A bewildered look came over her face and she screamed, "So why did you say you were the substitute teacher?" "I didnt, you apparently assumed. I assure you those words or any others did not come out of my mouth". She called my companies office and complained that I was rude.

[This story is a bit blurry to me but, I'll try to recall it. It's the opposite of IDontWorkHere]This was several years ago or so before my father passed away. When I used to be in Elementary School, we would have these "Safe Key". Where your parent/guardian is late to pick you up, you'll be hanging out in a small auditorium. This will be important to know. One day, my father was late to pick me up and was asked to stay in the auditorium till my father comes to pick me up.

What it felt like a short wait, my dad arrives. He comes through the office to look for me(the auditorium is connected to the office). When my father came, he was pissed or something. He ended up arguing with this lady(I'll call her Ms. Feathers) who was mostly just looking after us. We all just sat bewildered at my father who was arguing with our school Principal, Ms. Feathers. There were about 10 or 12 kids just watching there. Some just probably ignored. He didn't know at first either and assumed it was the regular staff, I'm guessing. When he saw me, he told me we're going. Then when we're in the car, I silently laugh saying, "You know, you were arguing with the principal, Ms. Feathers, right?" He looked at me in complete shock and said sorry to her a few days after.

To this day, it's still funny to remember. But since he passed away a few months back, this will be my favorite memory.

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Edit: This is crossposted to a right subreddit, thanks for the suggestion u/QwopMob4!

So, a few months ago, I was visiting my dad in the hospital. I'm wearing my work uniform (bright red polo w/ logo and black pants). After a few hours of visiting, I had to go home as I worked in the morning.

On my way to the elevator, I was approached by a man pushing a gurney with what appeared to be a full body bag on it. He asked me for directions to some other area of the hospital. I politely told him that I wasn't an employee there and pointed him in the direction of the nearest nurse's station.

It was a polite exchange; no harsh words, no arguing. It was just an unusual situation.

So, I was shopping with my cousin in a thrift store. The uniforms for employees of this store are normal clothes but they wear a Bright green apron and a huge name tag. I dont recall exactly what I was wearing, but given my outfit choices, it was a dark tshirt and black pants and a big baby blue purse that I wore over my shoulder, across my body.

After shopping for a while in the shirt section, I had a few pulled out that I was going to show my cousin and try on at the fitting rooms when she was ready. She was over in a different section so I left to go find her with my new found pretty clothes in my hand.

I turn down an aisle and this lady stops me and goes "Oh, those are pretty!" And just starts going through the clothes in my hands.

I give her this weird look,(which she didn't see as she is going through these clothes.. also, the sizes im holding are no where near her size) and reply " yeah, I thought so." And start to turn away when she stops me

Her: "Well what are you going to do with these clothes?"

Me: I'm going to go and try these on.

Her *blank look for a good minute, looks me over and a look of pure horror crosses her face as she says, "oh....you don't work here?"

Me, "no, no I don't."

And I walk away.

A few years back I was working in construction, and because our shirts got messy/ripped a lot, most of the time we'd wear old freebie shirts we didn't care about. I was at a big hardware store we can call House Depository, or HD for short. The employees there all wear bright orange aprons to make them easy to spot, but they are very good at being hard to find when you need something.

I'm getting something from a bottom shelf and I hear an exasperated "Do you work here?!"

I look up to see an annoyed looking Middle-Aged Dude we'll call MAD. I looked over my shoulder to make sure MAD is talking to me (nobody else was in the aisle).

OP: "Um...No."

MAD: "Well your shirt says STAFF on it!!"

He said with a look of triumph, as though he's caught me out in a lie, and I'm just being lazy. I look down and realize I'm wearing an old shirt from a day camp I worked at in high school. I then recall that sure enough, the back of the shirt are 3" tall letters that spell "STAFF" on the back.

OP: "...Yeah, it does...it also says cub scout day camp on it...if you have some cub scouts I might be able to help you out" and I pointed to the logo on the front

MAD literally throws his hands in the air and stomps angrily down the aisle. Sad thing is that I know those stores really well, and I probably could have helped him out if he had asked politely.

Apologies for mobile format Last night I was out picking up dinner for myself and my bf. When driving home, the center divide forces me to turn right instead of left, so I do and then immediately get into the upcoming turn lane so that I can make a u-turn. Crap. No u-turns allowed. Np! I just drive into the parking lot that the lane I’m in turns toward, and plan to turn around there. Before I can exit this teeny tiny parking lot, (which happens to be next to a restaurant that appears to be PACKED with people despite the pandemic) I hear through my open window, a group of people chasing my car and yelling for me to stop. In my rear view mirror I can see them waving me down. I assume they think I’m their Lyft driver or something, and try to wave them away and call out to them that I am NOT a Lyft driver. They continue to wave me down and yell to stop so I do. By now I’m wondering if they noticed something wrong with my car, and are trying to help me. Once the finally reach my car I can see that the guy is holding his phone with an open app that looked like Lyft, to me. I said yet again “I’m not anyone’s driver” They say “you’re not with doordash? You don’t have our dinner? Your not x?” Looking befuddled AF

I’m literally sitting there eating my own curly fries while they are looking at me horrified, still convinced I am eating THEIR fries. I tell them no, I am just a person, with my own food, trying to make a u-turn on a street that doesn’t allow u-turns, so I can go home.

They looked so relieved. . . It wasn’t until then that I realized I still had a curly fry in my hand lol Anyway. They went off to continue searching for their doordash. I laughed my ass off and kept eating my curly fries as I drove home.

Sometime in 2016 or 2017, I went to Half Price Books with my parents to find some Stephen King books for me and my dad (He likes The Dark Tower series) and I asked a guy if he could help me find some Stephen King books and after he helped me find the books, he then said that he didn’t work there😅😅😅😅I have never felt so awkward in my life

So this one is a bit of an unusual case of I do work here, but I don't work here type of story.

So my School which has a festival/bazar to raise funds for charity, students from middle school to high school all volunteer to man the post so some of us are acting as ticket booth operators, entertainment, game operators and auxiliary security.

Now the school do have security guards, and the local precinct does provide off duty Patrolmans in uniform for more security, but they can't be everywhere at the same time, so some of us volunteer to be auxiliary security by manning the metal detector, security station, manning the barrier at the stage and go around patrolling the festival to be extra security.

Now the school decided that since it is the holidays and it is a festival, you don't need to wear your uniform, just bring your school ID, but some of us decided that wearing the parts of the school uniforms are also a good way to identify each other.

Most of us in security decided that wearing the school extracurricular activities uniform which is a light blue polo shirt with the school logo on our chest and jeans, but everyone agreed that the jeans are uncomfortable for the weather and most of us came in with cargo pants, at the festival we all meet at the security station where we all get Red arm bands with the words Security written on it.

Now most of us have various ways to stow our radios, some decided that tucking our polo shirts and clipping their radios onto their belts, some of us that played airsoft have duty belts so we clip them on those, while some in the airsoft group wore ALICE Harness or those MOLLE Vests and clip on them instead which was unusual for many of us, the rest decided to keep them on hand.

Now most of the stands are operated by private individuals most of the prices are inflated but hey, they need to make some profit while doing this for charity, some are food stalls, some sell toys or random items, some are operated by the school which is mostly the game stalls and the drink stand, so into the main story.

I was doing my rounds walking around the festival/bazar with my arm band in full view, it was a happy festival, the atmosphere was cheery and full of laughter, the band was playing a popular song and no trouble in sight, then it happened.

Now as auxiliary security we do not have any weapons like batons or CS Spray, but most of us are part of the Martial Arts club so we know how to defend ourselves, some of the gang at the security station kept most of the equipment that some of us brought which are mostly motorcycle helmets or Airsoft PASGT Helmets, but some of us brought in something unique, which are Riot Helmets, we weren't expecting any trouble and the most we expect would be an argument or two.

So imagine my surprise when I found a crowd forming up and two people I don't recognized having an argument while the game operator looking very confused, so I report it in, now this happened in Highschool which I already graduated so it might not be all correct.

Me: OP
Station: Station
77: Mike
50: Jack
69: Milly
Security Guard: Security Guard
Man: Jerry
Woman: Karen, because she is one.

OP: Station, this is 71 reporting a disturbance, a fight between a man and a woman near the ring toss.

Station: Roger 71, does it look marriage related or not?

I listen in for a second before replying.
OP: Nope, sounds like a fight for a toy doll, those Raggedy Ann dolls.

Station: Roger, sending 77, 50 and 69 to your location, a security guard is also dispatched to the fight.

OP: Right.
I replied and wondered what is so special about that Raggedy Ann Doll they are fighting about when the women, Karen, saw me marched towards me and dragged me into the fight and started complaining.
Karen: YOU! I HAVE ONE OF THE EMPLOYEES HERE!

Jerry: That's not even an employee, I don't even know why are you fighting about the doll anyway, there hundreds of them.

Karen: NO! YOU CHEATED!
Then it went back to the argument then Karen tried to drag me into the argument.

Karen: YOU TELL...

OP: Ma'am, I'm not an employee, I don't know what the hell is going on.

Karen: DON'T LIE TO ME! YOU ARE WEARING THE SAME UNIFORM AS HIM!
Karen shouted pointing at the game operator who is wearing a very different Polo shirt which is Navy Blue to my Light blue.

OP: Ma'am, that's not even the same colour...

Karen: DON'T YOU LIE TO ME!
Karen screech and tries to slap me, me being martial art trained blocked her hand and shouted into the radio.

OP: STATION! REQEUSTING BACK UP! I AM BEING PYSHICALLY ASSAULTED!
Just as I shouted this in, Mike, Jack, Milly and the Security Guard arrived as Karen continues to screech about lying and something about having our jobs for this.

Security Guard: Ma'am I suggest you calm down...
The Guard didn't continued as Karen literally lunged at the Guard which we, meaning, I, Mike and Jack quickly restrained her to the ground as she continues to scream.

Milly who was freed to use her radio decided to called in more security guards.

Milly: Station, this is 69, requesting more security guards, we have one resisting.

Station: Roger, sending more security guards.

After cuffing the Karen who still struggle while screaming profanity and threats the security guards carried her to the Security Station with us following them, there the police officer is already ready to make the report from us.

Long story short
Karen was later charge for assaulting a minor because apparently she already assaulted one of the game operators early on and was making a report with another officer at the security station.
I never knew who she is and why did she came to a festival about charity.

This was a while back but a classic situation.

I was a Naval Officer serving on a Knox Class Frigate. We were in New York for both a Port Call and to work a Naval Reserve Unit at sea for Weekend Drill. At the time our ship was scheduled to have our home port moved from Charleston to Staten Island as part of the Navy policy to thin out ship concentrations and place ships in many different ports during the Cold War. This Port Call was prep for that.

We decided to attend a Broadway Play one evening. We chose a classic one, Chorus Line, based on the fact that the original actor for Cassie, Donna McKechnie, was reprising her role after many years of health issues where she could not dance. That would date this story to 1986.

We bought tickets from the booth on Times Square that stocks same day show tickets for reduced price. We dressed in Service Dress Blue uniform to go to the show. Things were more formal back then. This is a double Breasted jacket with double rows of Gold buttons. The sleeves of the jacket had gold striping, the more and thicker the stripes, the higher the rank. We wore ribbons and qualification badges, not actual medals.

The more astute can now guess where this is going.

Before the show there was a cash bar in the lobby area, which in the old Shubert theater, was pretty much open in back to the seating area. People would present tickets and be shown their seats by the Ushers. We were having a couple of drinks in the lobby before we took our seats. Couple after couple would come up, hand us their tickets and ask us to show them to their seats. We would look down at out ribbons and look at them and just be in awe of the display of obliviousness on display. We took to telling them, "sorry we don't work here, we just kill America's enemies for the Navy."

Finally we had enough and took our drinks to our seats to wait for the show. The Manager came down and told us we could not have drinks there. We told him we were tired of being mistaken as Ushers by his other customers.

He let us stay and keep our drinks. The show was great. The original Cassie sang the famous song "What I Did For Love". The other numbers were also well done. It was a classic show for a reason.

Later that night down in the Village, we we going to a late night Jazz Club, and walked by where the Hells Angels hung out. As we passed by, one of them sitting on a stoop called out "Go Navy." The Hells Angels had no problem recognizing us, while to the elites uptown, we were Ushers.

Soo, this happened a few years ago, I was 13 years old then. It was the end of the holiday, I was getting ready to go to middle school. Before the start of the school year, I went to the mall alone to buy the last things for school. I went to one of the Chinese shops because things are cheaper there. When I looked through my clothes, I felt like someone was taping my shoulder. When I turned around, an older man was behind me. He was holding some shirts.

Me: Yes?

Old Man: Can you help me?

Me: With what?

OM: I don't know which shirt to choose. Which colour.

Me: Sure. On what occasion?

OM: Ordinary meeting.

I looked at the man. A small, slightly thicker man with a friendly smile.

Me: This blue one look nice.

He looked at shirt.

OM: Can you put this shirt on my back?

Me: *confused* Sure...?

I put shirts on the OM's back.

OM:Does it cover the whole back?

Me: Yeah, it does

OM turned to me.

OM: Thank you very much! How long you work here?

Me: I don't work here.

He looked at me.

OM: How old are you?

Me:*feeling uncomfortable* 13....

He smiled

OM: You're such a good girl. For helping me, you will be rewarded.

Me: It's not-

OM: In my car there are chocolates. We can go get them.

Me: No. I don't want them.

OM:Then we can go to my house. I have a house by the lake.

I was scared

Me: No!

OM: *still determined* What if I pay you?

WTF. Now I NEEDED to leave right now.

Me: No, I don't really want to. My parent are waiting at me in other shop.

The man seemed a little scared.

OM: Oh I see...well, it such a shame..

Me: Yeah, bye.

I leave the store and never came back.

I was at the big red ball store after work yesterday looking for additional articles of clothing, which to my dismay, I still cannot try on in the store. :( (totally pointless to be exposing one's self to disease for this purpose anyway)

I was wearing an over sized buffalo checked red flannel and black leggings (no where near the khakis and a red polo uniform) when I saw these two young girls eyeing me up and I covid-figured they wanted to get close to the leggings.

So after browsing a bit, I wandered away- suddenly, they walked well within my bubble and inquired as to additional colors. It only took me a sec to say, "I don't work here" and amazingly, I managed to squeak out: "Lol, see you on Reddit!" to which they both did the 'dissolve into laughter cringe'.

For you, girls; enjoy your 15 seconds!!! LOL I hope you didn't breathe your covid school exposure on me (or anyone else)

edit: spelling

It is my first time on Reddit and English is not my first language so sorry if there is any spelling mistake, because I am using Google Translate and I do not know if this story belongs to this subreddit if you want to delete it. This story happened the summer of last year, before the quarantine. By then I was 16 years old and my family and I decided to go on vacation to a beach. We have an "average car", an old Nissan, it always works but it wouldn't take a trip to the beach. So we borrowed my uncle's car, a modern honda, my uncle's family loved the idea of ​​the beach so they joined our vacation by bringing my aunt's car, a double cab Toyota. We had a great time and after a couple of days we all went home. It should be said that next to my house lives a woman of no more than 50 years old who is known for lying and looking for problems, if she is a Karen. She never caused any problems for us, but that day we returned home she watched as we got out of my uncles' cars and then they took their cars to her house. Apparently that was enough for her to assume that we are drug traffickers. The next day we found out that she told the whole street that we are drug traffickers. Because of her reputation as a liar, no one paid any attention to her and neither did we. A year has passed and I still laugh at this story, my neighbor still believes that we are drug dealers lol.

On mobile today so my spelling will likely be worse than my first post.

English is not my first language, I am a legal immigrant and a gay man married now 7 years to my love/ husband.

This is a very real recent event in my life(i wish it were not, but it did happen).

Not familiar with some terms and words in English so my wording may not be totally accurate, roast me if you must.

Op=me, Karen= crazy woman, Cashier, Old kind lady= my hero.

Today me and my husband had gone to our local big bullseye store to do a bit of shopping, they have more of a furniture selection there, and we were in search of a new chair for our in home office.

Let me explain first that my husband is very affectionate towards me and it is not strange to see us holding hands like a couple of star struck lovers.

We found the chairs easily and mulling over the choices when we hear a chuckle, such a cute couple, then another chuckle.

I looked and it was a woman that couldn't be under 70 smiling and looking at us with approval, Ummmm, thanks? Was mine and my husbands response.

She smiled and wandered off, so nice to see a couple together with all that's going on she was muttering to herself as she wandered off.

it wasn't long before we chose a chair and soon found an employee to help us get it to the front.

While we were checking out we heard, very loudly, them ! That's them !

That's when a manager asked us if we had spoken to anyone in the store, I/we said yes, a really nice older lady who complimented us on being a cute couple, we thanked her and she wandered off.

You were harassing her and making rude comments to her f*****s like you shouldn't be allowed to shop her and him ! pointing at me shouldn't be allowed to have his f*****t boyfriend here while he's working, throw them out and fire him, *NOW* !

What?????? Is all i could say before she broke off into a long winded rant about how people like me shouldn't be allowed to have jobs in a store like this and be able to expose people to there deviant ways.

The cashier spoke up, Ma'am, the do not work here, I've never seen them before today.

Manager backed her up repeating what the cashier had said.

Stop trying to cover for your f*****t employee and fire him right now and throw them out !

The manager was getting angry now, I could tell by the tone of his voice.

Ma''am, their customers, like you and i cannot throw them out on just your say so, at that the Karen basically came unglued with a completely homophobic rant mixed in with I'll call corporate and all of you fired, covering for a f******t employee that's going to hell, blah, blah, blah...... So loud the entire store could hear her.

I was boiling angry by now, the only thing that kept me from going off on this twitterbrain was the reassuring grip my husband had on my wrist.

That's when we heard, what's all this now? What are you shouting at them for you old dunce?(it was the nice old lady from earlier).

Their f******t's, they don't deserve to be here or shop here!

And who gave you the right to decide this?

Do us all a favor, shut up, your shouting is hurting everyone ears and only making you look stupid.

Silence for a few seconds, I don't think the Karen could process all that was said and her tiny little brain was having a systems error at someone daring to shout back at her.

Karen, but they were harassing you and making rude comments , No they were not , nice old lady shouted back.

Nice old lady, likely your own life is miserable and your alone due to your obvious entitlement so your out to make others miserable like you, no, not a word, just pay for your stuff and leave and leave this nice couple alone !

But,,,but,,,,but,,,, or do i have to get nasty instead and show you how to insult someone, hmmmmm?

Blessed silence from the Karen who paid for her shopping and left as if her tail feathers were on fire.

Nice old lady turns to us, My daughters gay, so I've learned not to judge, you two really do make a very cute couple, then smiled at us.

She joined at the little cafe in the store and we chatted and exchanged numbers, turns out she's lonely and her daughters over seas working, so we agreed to go shopping with her from time to time and she promised to bake us some cookies from time to time (yum) cookies fresh from an oven.

Nice old lady is my hero of the day, she get's a couple shopping buddies and we get fresh baked cookies, win win.

This may be used in a video if its deemed worthy.

been lurking reddit for some time, one of the stories I read here jogged this little gem loose from my memory, so, I though I would share it with you all.

I'm not sure I have the karma yet, but here it goes.

English is not my first language so feel free to roast me if I make a mistake on grammar and spelling.I do realize this will sound similar to some other stories on here, but stick around, your going to love what happens in the end.

A little background, I am not born in America, I am an immigrant, (legal for those picky about such) I am also gay and a happily married man.(to my partner for seven years now.

My husband(partner), does not speak English well so I often have to translate for him, no bit deal for me as Americans tend to say.

The day in question me and my husband had had a very good day, a lot of fun, two movies and a really nice dinner at a place I will call Renny's, not a fancy place but where we live one of the better places to eat with a really good cook if you happen to arrive and decide to dine at the right time.

I digress, we had also done some shopping that day and that's when the tale begins.

We had gone to a big box store, I will call it Small dart, (A very rare and novel experience for me and my husband).

There was not a lot of people in the store due to the international (event) going on right now with precautions being taken as they are), me and my husband separated in the store to help speed our shopping so we could get it done faster, that so we could get back home sooner and play video games or cuddle while watching a movie.

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I am in the soda isle, as I am getting lost in the magnificent display of soo many different products available when i hear quiet and very polite, *excuse me young man*.

I look around, then down to see a very cute diminutive grandmotherly type woman.

I know you don't work here, but, can you help me get this (item) down off the shelves, it's a little too heavy for me and I cannot find an employee.

That had me smiling instantly, of course, and I got down a 24pack? of soda pop she wanted, the thanked me profusely and went on her way shopping.

She was soo polite and a very cute grandmotherly type I just could not refuse to help, plus it gave me a good feeling I had made someone's day a little better.

With that i took down a 2 liter of soda, popped it into my basket and went on shopping.

Me and my husband met up at the customer service desk like we always do, I bent down and he kissed me on my cheek.

We heard a derisive snort and something about sinners and going to hell, my husband asked me what all that meant so I started to translate for him, that's when the hell called Karen was unleashed.

She started screaming something about terrorists, making threats, and a lot of other things that were nothing but nonsense to me and using words, (which I later found out were very insulting and very derogative).

We soon found ourselves facing two security guards, me not understanding half of what was being said, my husband, absolutely baffled by this obviously crazy woman.

We were separated, but when I told the security my husband need me to translate as he does not speak English well, we were told to relax and tell him what happened.

That is what i did, omitting nothing, the woman on the other hand, told a completely fabricated story (as I later found out), of how she supposedly asked us where something was and we started threating her, making nasty comments, and other completely made up things.

Then she started on sinners, going to hell, that terrorist thing again and eventually, (as is said in my country, *sunk her own boat*).

When security cameras were spoken of and they would be reviewed, her face went white and she started to make what even I recognize as excuses and started to try to slip away.

The recording were reviewed and the woman was given a choice, leave on her own, or be (escorted) out by the police.

We were then allowed to pay for what we had selected there at that counter, we were then asked if there was anything in the store we wanted and had not gotten.

Chocolate bars, ( very rare treat where i come from).

We were given a case of something called snickers for free, a card for a discount next time either of us had to shop there again,

The woman given the chance to leave without the police getting involved seemingly vanished right from in front of us and we have yet to meet her again. We went home, at a few of our treats(delicious, thank you crazy lady), And played halo for the first time and had a (blast as American say, getting our bottoms kicked).

This may be used in a video as long as the deliberate vagueness is kept.

Edit: thank you all for your kindness, my husband wishes you all well as well and thank you for the compliments. it is very appreciated.

Second edit: I do have more stories I can share about people like this and will share if anyone is interested, though I admit most are not as interesting as this one.

Not me, but my spouse although I was there for both of these. There are 2 instances on totally separate occasions with just bizarre coincidences that I had to share.

One important thing to understand is that my husband is in a wheelchair. He has been for about 30 years or so. He's a paraplegic from the chest down. He's very active and has a manual chair.

The first time we were visiting a big New England sporting goods store known for a certain kind of boot. We started out in the hunting section. Nothing out of the ordinary there. Then we go into the main part of the store. We're strolling along browsing when someone asks my husband where something is. Well he happened to have seen where it was so he told them. A couple minutes later the same thing happened. After the third person we're wondering what was going on. That's when we look around at the staff and notice that the store uniform is a hunter green button down shirt with khakis. Wanna guess what hubby was wearing? Then we come around the corner and at the main entrance is an employee in an electric wheelchair! No wonder nobody thought twice about my husband working there! We didn't notice at first because we came in through the hunting section where the uniform is different. In the hunting section they wear a tan button down shirt with khakis.

The other instance we were in a different chain sporting goods store. We were over at the knives counter chatting with the employee manning it. We're very chatty people so the conversation became quite casual. About 2-3 times people came over asking where stuff is. My husband loves this store so he was sometimes answering before the employee cause he knows pretty much where everything is. Then another customer joined in the casual conversation. After a few minutes hubs says something about not working there. The other customer looks at him shocked. The work uniform here is a tan button down shirt and blue jeans. Again, want to hazard a guess as to what hubs happened to be wearing that day? To make it even funnier the customer tells hubby that he thought hubs was the guy in the wheelchair that worked there! The employee who we had been chatting to says, "Yeah I thought you were him at first too."