I had just walked into my local Smith's grocery store, still in my uniform of beige polo shirt and black scrubs pants. I had my purse over one shoulder and had picked up a shopping basket with the other hand, when a gentleman came up to me and asked, "Hey, where's your beer?"
I looked at him totally befuddled for a second, then blurted, "I don't know! I don't work here!"
He just said, "Okay," and walked away.
Smith's employees wear bright red shirts. RED. Not beige. And they don't normally wander around carrying purses, either.
A cashier saw the whole thing and laughed her ass off. Maybe I should change careers?