She must’ve remembered me from 20 minutes ago.
I work at a grocery chain where we wear dark navy polos, and I had just finished my shift and gone to the gas station for smokes and a soda. I ran into my friend/ex coworker (funny enough, we actually worked together at this gas station over 7 years ago), so we chatted for a bit by the ash tray. There was a lady trying to pump gas but having a hard time, so she was looking around for someone to help her and she must’ve thought I worked here because of the polo so she chose me. Ngl, I don’t mind helping people out, I wasn’t bothered at all, and I went in to ask the workers if she was on the wrong pump by chance (she prepaid), but it was just the pump being sticky (and she hung up the nozzle so the money went back on her card). She did have to go back in and repay and I think one of the workers had to help her get it started. I actually did serve her about 20 minutes prior at my job, and she saw a familiar-ish face and a work shirt so I can see why she assumed that I worked at the gas station.