Went to my old store for a visit a few days ago. I walk in wearing my big winter coat and my gloves. Sunglasses on my face. Purse over my shoulder. Car keys in my hand.
I stop and talk to an old mate (male), who is in uniform and clearly working. I got my phone out to read him a funny text I'd gotten from a mutual friend. Coat, gloves, sunglasses, purse, car keys, openly texting, I hear "Ma'am? Ma'am?!"
I look up. "Me?"
"Yeah! How much is this? Is this part of the clearance?"
I look at workmate (again, who is in uniform and is stocking) and raise my eyebrows a bit, turn back to the customer. "I don't know, Love. That would be manager's discretion, and I don't work at this store, so I have no idea what she's marked down."
Jason, instead of helping, just tries not to laugh.
Almost immediately after that, another customer appears "Ma'am? Do you know if you have any more blah-blah in back?"
"I don't work here. I've no idea what they have in the stockroom."
"I DON'T WORK HERE!"
These interactions were all in such close proximity to each other that the third customer must have heard me telling the first one I didn't work there.
Most ridiculous visit to another store I've ever had.