*sigh* The retail funk that never washes off has struck again...
Last month, I volunteered at a local hospital, then joined a friend to go see Zootopia. (We laughed through most of the movie by the way, it's quite good!) Since I picked her up immediately after, I was still wearing the uniform; navy blue polo and white pants.
We had quite a bit of time to kill so we hit up Bullseye beforehand. My purse is over my shoulder as we're walking around.
A customer approaches and holds up a finger like she's going to ask me a question.
Me: "No, Ma'am. I don't work here."
She blinks, looks at me again, and then walks away.
Blue polo and white pants, not RED polo and KHAKI pants lady... ALSO, PURSE, AND SAUNTERING THROUGH THE STORE TALKING AND LAUGHING ABOUT MARVEL MOVIES!