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Mistaken Identity: I serve coffee, I don’t sell train tickets

 

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From  Boutiejay, I Don't Work Here Lady:

I work 2 morning shifts a week at a cafe in a train/bus station. When you walk into the big, square building, there are three kiosks - Amtrak (train), Greyhound (bus) and John’s (cafe). Each one is clearly marked with their name and logo in their respective corners - the 4th corner has a hallway that leads to the restrooms.

What I will never understand is WHY someone will walk in the door, make a beeline for my corner, and ask me..

When is the train to ___ leaving?

What side of the platform do I stand on?

Can I bring ___ on the bus?

...etc. John’s cafe is not closest to the door. I usually wear a polo shirt and jeans, not a GREYHOUND or AMTRAK uniform. The cafe is about the size of a cat’s forehead compared to the other kiosks. My hair is pink, I’ve got tattoos, and I’ve never in my life had so many snobby, elderly people voluntarily walk up to me and treat me like I’m a treasure trove of important information. It’s very confusing.

Today, a lady walked up to the counter, and I asked if I knew when the Greyhound employee was going to arrive.

ME: “I don’t know, I don’t work for Greyhound, I work for John’s.”

LADY: “Well it says that they open at 10am.”

ME: “Okaaay, then someone should be here at 10.”

LADY: “ITS 10AM RIGHT NOW AND NO ONE’S THERE, MY SON HAS TO CATCH A BUS AT 10:30!”

ME: “Cool cool cool, I still don’t work for Greyhound, sooooo..”

She turns around, stomps away, and I look at the clock. It’s 10am On.The.Dot.

Greyhound guy walked in 30 seconds later.

-- Boutiejay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comments

Misty Meanor

I don't understand it.

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