r/IDontWorkHereLady

I was in Target on a busy day and made the classic mistake of wearing a red shirt. In my defense it was part of my work uniform at the time but it also had a large healthcare related design on the front. I was shopping in grocery when I heard a “Hey!” and looked up to find that it was directed at me by a female Target employee. She looked serious. “Yes?” I said cautiously…”Show this customer where the food coloring is.” She gestured to a man standing next to her. “Okay.” I said. I don’t know why. I guess because I *did* know where the food coloring was and also mostly because she was a really confident delegator. I walked the man a few aisles over and showed him where the food coloring was. He thanked me and made some comment about what he was doing with it and then he looked down and seemed to notice the design on my shirt. He looked puzzled and said “Wait, do you even work here?” I was caught. “No, but I did know where the food coloring was.” And I walked away. Anyways, thanks for reading- I get mistaken for an employee all the time in stores but that’s my favorite story about it.

I was in Goodwill shopping. (for those of you not in the U.S, Goodwill is a second hand clothing store.) A woman came up to me holding a dress. She said: (in an incredibly imperious tone) "I need this in a size 12. Where are all you people when I need service". "Uh...lady...you're in a second hand clothing store. You get what you can find". She made a huffing sound and then barked at me: "Where are the scarves?" I responded "I don't work here" (I knew where they were but, she was so rude- She can find them herself.

Always mistaken in stores as an employee and has become an ongoing joke with friends. Doesn’t matter what I’m wearing or doing in the store I get approached by randos asking where things are in the store and my answer “yeah I don’t work here but I know exactly where that is” 😂

In 1996 I was in the U.S. Navy in Virginia and dating a girl who lived in Chicago. I finished a work meeting, and rushed to the airport to go to see my girlfriend. I was still in Navy dress-blues because I didn’t have time to change, and figured it would be fine. During my layover in Atlanta, I went to a bar and ordered a beer. I was told “we can’t serve you here.” I argued, and they said, “no, sorry, we are not allowed to serve you.” They thought I was an airline pilot because of my uniform! I demanded a manager and made them serve me, even had to give them my military ID. While I won, it really underlined how you can be screwed by people’s assumptions.

So the other day I was working in the gas station and a black guy comes he works in Wendy's and asked to put $64on pump5 ok then he taped his debit card and myregister took off like 10.64 of off his card cause that's all the money was on there and I told him that you only got 10.64 and he said I asked for 10.64 and I said noo you said 64 and then I can't do anything about it I can't change it or cancel it immediately the only thing I can do is void the ticket but if I do that the money that my register took off 10.64 will take about 10 to 15 minutes to return to his card and he knew that I told him to check his card or bank and he starting to argue with me like I want my gas I paid for it then I said I was literally about to cry 😢 because I this is not my first time or not my this is not the first time happening with me and it always is a black person then he said I will call the police I was scared I should've told him to call them I knew he was doing that on purpose I said please please so many times to wait for like 10 minutes then I asked to show the card or something he started showing me his door dash account that has 0 balance in it I was scared I was shivering i can't even think and he was way aggressive with me then he went outside saying turn the pump on I paid already and what I did was I paid for his gas what am I to do I was crying then I went outside and asked him can u please come back if the money comes back to your account he said yes but I don't think so if he is coming back or not you guys must be thinking it's just 10 dollars but I work hard every day just to save some money cause I want to go to college and get a degree I work every day not a single day off and gotta deal with these people. I used to think black people were good I am an immigrant but when I started working in retail I came to know that they are the worst people I cried after that I knew he was not coming back I live in a house you guys can't even imagine just wanted to share and probably help finding that guy

Thank you

I have worked in retail and customer support most of my life, and like to joke that instead of RBF I have "Resting How-Can-I-Help-You Face". I am forever being mistaken for an employee of basically every department store, warehouse store, and big box store ever. It's a running gag with my family. I also have people-pleasing tendencies and am used to helping customers so most of the time it's a non-issue and I do it out of reflex, and people eventually realise they just asked another customer, laugh, and apologise.

But the one instance that really sticks out to me, and infuriates me even years later, is this one. I figured this sub would appreciate it.

A few years back, my grandmother passed away. She'd been ill for a while, then caught covid and had a stroke. It was hard on everyone, particularly my mum and aunt, but ultimately a relief because we knew she wasn't suffering anymore.

We had a very small graveside service with immediate family. I was wearing black trousers, a black cashmere turtleneck, pearls, and a black pea coat. It was winter in Montreal, cold and snowy, and about halfway through the service I realised one of my winter boots had a hole in it. I ignored it for as long as possible and as soon as I got back in the car with my folks I told them what had happened and we made a pit stop at Walmart because I needed something cheap and fast before we continued on with our day.

Now, keep in mind, I'm still wearing all black, I'm a snotty, red-faced mess from crying and standing outside in below-freezing temps, and very clearly not in my right mind. I'm trying on boots and so are like four or five other people because this is the first big snow of the year and despite all living in Canada we're none of us properly prepared for this. As I'm bending down to try a pair on, this dude in roughly his late 50s (so maybe fifteen years my senior, tops) asks me to pass him his size in a pair of winter work boots. I'm on autopilot and they're relatively close to me so without thinking I just hand him the box.

Big mistake. He starts asking for several other pairs, saying one doesn't fit, asking me to move so he can see what's behind me, etc etc etc. At this point the other people in the aisle are looking at me with concern, because even though they don't know exactly what the situation is they can see that a) I clearly don't fucking work at Walmart and b) I'm frazzled and upset.

I quietly just say I'm trying stuff on, he's welcome to reach over and help himself. At which point he starts yammering about useless employees, and saying he should complain to a manager. I just look up at him and go "I don't work here. I just buried my grandmother. I need boots."

I shit you not, he looks me up and down and goes "Well, I just thought-- you know.. the way you're dressed.. I mean... " and then proceeds to look on his own and mutter about how unhelpful people are nowadays.

Because yes, all the Walmarts I've ever been to sure have all black semi-formal as their employee uniform. Dude, really?

I am a Marine Pilot/Harbour Master, as such I normally wear a uniform of black trousers, white shirt and rank stripes (4 gold bars) on my shoulder….similar to an airline pilot!

My car has recently been in the garage for some minor work and they gave me a courtesy car and my own car was ready to collect after work today so called into collect, still wearing my uniform. Pulling into the garage forecourt ahead of me was a SUV, which missed all the parking spaces and stopped in the middle so I had to drive around, I them to park. I jumped out as the driver of the SUV got out and walked to reception ( there is a bell there to ring for attention which he rang) he walked passed two mechanics, both wearing combination of overalls and company branded polo shirt.

One of the mechanics recognised me, pointed me in the direction of my car and asked me to to take a look at the work ( it was some body work on the wing) and if all happy go straight upstairs to the office and settle up. After checking the car I went in the door, SUV driver still there, he first told me that he had rang the bell for service, I was heading straight to the stairs and said that I had seen the chap outside who said I should go straight up, which I was doing. He then said ‘but I am in a hurry, Dont you work here?” I looked at the 4 gold stripes on my shoulder, back at him and said sorry no!

Years ago, I went to music lessons at a store where they requested students to wear a lanyard with "student" and the name of your instrument on it. I was 12, and for context I was frequently mistaken for being 10. I was small for my age, and had chubby cheeks and braces. I was hanging around the store after my lesson, waiting for my ride, when this older couple walked up to me. The old man asked me if I could get a guitar down off the wall for him. I said sure, because I absolutely loved to be helpful. He points to one in the uppermost row. They have the forbidden rolling orange stairs like at home depot right next to where he's pointing, but I told him I didn't think I was allowed to go up there.

He became very upset with me, and he and his wife both kept demanding that I go get the guitar while I kept refusing, and calling me lazy and stupid for not doing my job and saying I should be fired. I am also trying to tell them that I am just a kid, but they insist my lanyard is part of a uniform. Somehow they missed that in a stunning display of tween fashion I had matched a captain america shirt with a hello kitty skirt and yellow crocs (it was my favorite outfit), which is not the uniform of anyone anywhere.

So this couple is still yelling at me and I'm freaking out because I was always told to respect my elders, but they've got me literally backed into a corner and they wont believe what I'm telling them. So this employee heard the shouting and came over to see what was going on, and saw that some memaw and pepaw had cornered a kid, and he told them to back off and leave me alone. They tried to explain their side of the story to him, and he tried to tell them I was *a child* who didn't work there, which I dont think they fully believed. He offered to take down the guitar for them, which they accepted. I went outside to wait for my mom, and for every lesson from there on out I would immediately go outside as soon as I finished.

So here's my i don't work here experience from 2 years ago. This takes place somewhere in Europe.

We bought our first house with my wife 2 years ago. As we're both in our early 30s and real estate is expensive af, we could only afford a fixer upper, and after the closing, taxes, fees, etc we had exactly 0 money to our name. Nevertheless, we were very happy to be able to move in (and very scared about the mortgage we're paying until our mid 60s but that's an other story).

Luckily I'm an Eastern European dude so being completely broke was not a new experience for me. So i got to work on the basics, namely the electrical, plumbing and heating, because those things are pretty nice to have in your home. I'm in a tech-related field, but definitely not a proper tradesman, however, i had youtube (i can especially recommend beaplumber). So i started drilling, laying cable, laying pipes, preparing walls, debris and concrete dust was flying everywhere for several weeks. The lack of running water made the situation worse because i could not regularly shower for those weeks. The move was long distance so i had no gym membership in the area, getting a hotel room was out of the question because of the financials, and popping over to the new neighbors asking if i could use their shower real quick would have been weird af.

So here i am, popping down to the local hardware store chain, OBI (their logo is a beaver in a hard hat - probably because construction workers love beavers?). I'm dirty, dusty, borderline crusty, basically running the look of a homeless person who accidentally slept in a cement mixer. The only reason it's obvious that I'm not homeless is because I'm pushing a cart with a lot of expensive stuff in front of me. Also, I'm in a pretty bad mood because this situation is not fun.

Then, suddenly a dude pops in front of me holding 3 different drain traps, and immediately starts off:

-Dude: "Hey, could you help me out real quick? I have this kitchen sink that got completely clogged up, which of these drains should i use?"

-Me: "That depends on your sink mate, but i don't work here."

-Dude: "Yeah i know, you just looked like someone who really knows his stuff, could you help me out?"

This completely baffled me because i was just some random idiot who tried to figure out stuff based on online research and youtube tutorials, and definitely did not think of myself as competent in such matters. Still, we went through his problem, and i recommend him a way to fix it and a set of parts from a company, where I knew that the quality is pretty good (i just installed a toilet using their parts and everything worked nicely for me). Then the dude thanked me and left, and i was there hoping that i did not give him some horrible hack advice. However, my mood shifted considerably because of this interaction. I felt a lot lighter, there was a slight bounce in my step, and was just generally less miserable because some stranger looked at me and thought "hey that guy over there looks competent". I was still miserable though, just not that much.

That's it, i don't know what happened to the dude afterwards, I really hope he did not flood his kitchen because of me. But the sinks, faucets, toilets and general plumbing stuff i installed 2 years ago does not obviously leak so far, so i would like to hope that what i said made some degree of sense after all.

Back in the era of the 24-hour pharmacy, my husband and I dropped in after I got off work one night; it was around 11 p.m. I needed to buy some Sudafed, not that PE garbage, but the real stuff they kept behind the counter. I was standing there in line, wearing my red polo and khaki pants, not even thinking that I'd walked in wearing their typical uniform of that time period.

I heard a woman ask where something was, and the lady who responded to her said, "I'm too busy for that; hold on a tic." She walked up to me in the line and said very rudely, "Hey, you can't just stand here talking to people; go get back to work; that customer over there in aisle whatever needs your assistance."

It took me a second to register that this woman was speaking to me when she pointed at me with her finger only a couple of inches away from my face, "You want to keep your job? Get back to work."

I laughed loudly. I said, "I don't work for you."

She rolled her eyes and, without so much as an admission of her mistake, went behind the pharmacy counter.

When it was my turn to get to the register, the associate told me they couldn't serve me there, and I'd have to go elsewhere.

I asked why, and I was told that I was being asked to leave the store.

I called the customer service line and got a pretty generic apology, something along the lines of, "We will reach out to the management of that store and let them know this happened."

I never heard any more from them about the situation. I'm really glad that lady wasn't my actual manager though, I felt so bad for her employees knowing she talks to them that way.

Back in my college days I worked at a local sandwich shop, Blimpie. Our uniforms were polo shirts that were either mustard yellow or orange, with ‘Blimpie’ embroidered on the upper left side and we wore visor hats. I had found some official bucket hats on ebay and wore those.

One day I had to get something for work at Home Depot. That day I was wearing the orange shirt with orange bucket hat. I did not have my black apron on, which probably would have given me away as not working there, but as I was scanning a shelf for the item I needed, an HD customer approached me and asked if I could tell him where something was.

I turned and looked at his list, up at him, then honestly answered “nope! Sorry” and turned my attention back to scanning the shelf. The guy stood next to me for a few seconds with a scowl on his face so ignored him. He wandered over to an actual HD employee down the aisle and instead of asking his question, angrily pointed back at me and said loud enough for me to hear “your coworker was very unhelpful and rude. You should write him up!”

The HD employee apologized and approached me and opened his mouth to speak when I turned toward him and asked where my item was. He stopped, looked at me, then at my shirt, and stammered that my item was on some other aisle. I said “sweet. Thanks!” Then turned toward the other guy and smirked as I passed him. The HD employee caught up and as I left the aisle, I heard him say to the guy “he doesn’t work here.”

i don't know if my post belongs here! but here's a little story from my CNA (certified nursing assistant) clinicals when i was 18.

for anyone unfamiliar with clinicals, you do them for a lot of healthcare professions. basically you apply what you learn from the classroom to real people. there's only so much you can and can't do so a few of you are kind of just following CNAs from room to room, trying to follow along with what they're doing.
in my state, you have to do 3 clinicals, 24 hours total (not in one day obvi)

this clinical in particular was from 6-3 at a nursing home. us students had just helped passed lunch trays to the residents, so it's around 1pm, and most of us haven't sat down all day. we figure we could sit since nobody needed anything at the moment.

our clinical instructor comes over and says "instead of sitting and waiting for call lights, you guys should be introducing yourselves to the residents and seeing if they need anything". which was a great idea, maybe these nursing home residents are lonely and some positive interaction would be good for them!

nope. some residents were very sweet but most of these people were not thrilled to have a bunch of students coming into their rooms while they were just trying to eat lunch. it was worth a try, however.

anywho, one room i walk into, the lady has her daughter and grandchild there. i say someone among the lines of "hi i'm a CNA student, are you doing ok? is there anything i can get for you?" she says no so i turn around to walk out. her daughter goes "excuse me?? she was talking to you!" i instantly come back in and sweetly ask what she needed, she hands me her dinner menu.

i ask everyone i run into what to do with this menu. basically i couldn't find anyone who worked there who could tell me who to give this to, and i wanted to make sure this lady got what she wanted to have for dinner. the nurse there tells me "i don't know i don't deal with those things" (nursing home nurses can be strange at times, not all of them though)

i got my CNA certification in July last year and started working in August. it's had it's up and downs but i surely don't miss clinicals, spending my Saturday walking around like a lost puppy and not getting paid for it

This occurred when I was around 15-16 years old, currently 21(f). I did volunteering at the stables that I also did my lessons at for years, and there was normally a clear difference between volunteering and lesson-related activities. One day, during the heat of summer, I was not volunteering and I was tacking up the horse I was set to ride that day (I do not own or lease, so lesson horses only).

While I was tacking up, there was a separate activity going on with a family that included two parents, an uncle (I think, I never found out), and two kids (no idea if they were siblings, cousins, or whatever), as there happened to be a trail ride (just a walk around the property) happening that day during my lesson time that was separate from me and the small group lesson. They were just brushing one of the older retired lesson horses while one of the active volunteers was just beginning to finish up tacking the horses that they were going to use (total of 5 active volunteers, I was not among them).

I had to find a saddle pad, since the one that I was supposed to use was dirty, and while I was, the woman (who I didn't recognize) came up to ask when she and the rest of her group was getting on. I said I didn't know because I didn't, I don't know those things unless I'm actively volunteering, which I wasn't. Then she was all confused since I was tacking up a horse, which she presumed was for her group. Do I blame her? Absolutely not.

However, later when I was taking the horse for my lesson to the arena so I could get on, the group was also in there and waiting for their horses. I decided to walk around the arena while they got on just to stay out of the way. Then the woman made snapping motions for me to get over to the mounting ramp (we use a ramp instead of a block for ease of movement for disabled riders on occasion, and the ramp is higher than the block so it's easier for inexperienced riders to get on). I didn't. Because I did not have to. Should I have said that I wasn't volunteering? Yes, and that's my bad. But when I walked by again, still waiting on one of the other volunteers to situate the group, the woman loudly called at me to bring her the horse. I then said that this horse wasn't for the trail ride, and that sort of worked? She stopped talking.

Then after they'd left and as I was about to leave myself shortly after, my instructor pulled me aside to say that the woman had apparently complained that "one of the volunteers was rude and unhelpful and got on a horse herself without attending to us!" We had a good laugh and then agreed to have a dress code/name tags for active volunteers moving forward to avoid the stress. The ordeal was relatively harmless, but I look back at it and laugh from time to time.

(First time poster and on mobile, so sorry in advance for issues)

This story takes place at my local Barnes & Nobles. This one is in a plaza with a bunch of other shops, this is important as to why my dad seemingly let this lady talk to me the way she did. so when my dad offered to let me loose with some allowance while he got a haircut two stores over, I agreed.

So, some important notes about the way this store is set up, it's two floors and where a shelf of DIY/Crafting and sticker books are is a desk employees use to look up stock.

So, I'm looking at the sticker books as if there isn't a pile growing at home when I hear someone yelling. I ignore it because I'm doing my own thing, but the yelling gets louder to the point where I can't help but turn to see what's happening. In front of the empty desk is a woman. We lock eyes and while I can understand why she originally thought I was an employee, due to my proximity to the desk, it doesn't excuse her behavior.

Her: "Why were you ignoring me?"

Me: *silent because I was so confused*

Her: "I need help finding a book."

Me (with my people pleasing ass): "Umm... which book?"

Her: *Says title of a book I've never heard of*

Now, I have a basic knowledge of the layout, mostly where the stuff I like is and the book she was telling me the title of is one I've never read or heard about so I have no clue where it could even be. So, I tell her I don't know where the book is and while she doesn't explode she does get a bit angry and tells me to check the computer system. To end this quickly I tell her that I don't work here but I did see an employee by the Mystery Section earlier.

That doesn't seem to work and she asks me again to check the computer, telling me how much she needs to find this book. I again tell her I saw an employee, you know, with a name tag, earlier and suggest that they can help her. She keeps pushing for me to check, getting louder and more impatient. Again, my dad is getting a haircut two stores away and my mom was running errands, so I had no adult to back me up.

So, as this woman is complaining about me being lazy I keep telling her to leave me alone and I don't work here when she pulls the "you dress like an employee" line. Now, I understand Barnes and Nobles has no set uniform, but the employees all have god damn name tags and dress nice, I was dressed in a school hoodie, scuffed sneakers, and a pair of tie-dye looking shorts with no name tag in sight. As I start to freak out a bit, the employee from earlier walks over and takes over, turning the woman's attention away from me.

With the woman busy I scurry to the down escalator and into the check out line to pay for my hoard of stuff. At the same time I see my dad enter and he joins me in line. I don't tell him about what happened until we got into the car. When I did he looked at me with a look of "you're kidding me?" before laughing a making a joke that my "vibe of nerdiness" was probably why the woman though I worked there. I laughed at the joke before he said "seriously though, I still don't know why she thought you worked there. You don't even have a name tag." and he felt bad that he wasn't there to help me and I told him it wasn't his job to keep the crazy away.

At least we got food after so all was good at the end of the day.

This was last year on a Saturday. I had just finished work and stopped at Walmart on the way home still wearing my plain blue polo. No logo, no name tag, just a blue shirt because I own blue shirts.

I was in the cereal aisle when a woman walked up and asked me where the Worcestershire sauce was. I told her I don't work here but it's probably near the ketchup. She nodded and walked away and I thought that was that.

Two aisles later she appeared next to me again and asked if we carry the large cans of crushed tomatoes. I reminded her again that I really do not work here. She looked at my shirt, then back at me, and went okay but do you know though.

At this point I just walked with her to the condiments section because honestly it was faster than explaining myself again. Found the tomatoes, found the Worcestershire sauce, pointed at both. She went "see, you did know" and walked off like she had won something.

An actual Walmart employee in a full vest and name tag watched this whole thing happen from the end of the aisle and gave me the most sympathetic look I have ever received from a stranger.

I avoid wearing blue on weekends now. Not even exaggerating.

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.

Stumbled on this sub, and thought it hilarious. Reminded me of my own experience

My mom was a custom dress maker. From the age of 12 till I moved out at 19, I was the designated assistant. I'm a guy, and while I'm bi, I usually come off as straight. By the time I was in high school, I was patterning making my own dresses for her shop. During the busy prom season I was in charge of shopping. I needed to get a bunch of notions we were short on and get some bolts of fabric we knew were going to be popular.

So I was walking around with a cart full of fabric bolts and a bunch of notions. Some lady walks to me and asks if I can help. She was trying to sew a dress for her little daughter and wasn't very experienced and wanted so help getting what she would need. So I just turn and say, sure. I have a look at the pattern and realize it's probably too advanced for her. So I let her know and we go searching through patterns until we find one that would be on her skill level. We then go finding the right fabric. And the we find the correct notions. I grab my cart and we walk up to the cutting table. I needed a few smaller pieces of fabric cut. I then go, you can ask this lady to cut and how much. She thanks me and heads up to the cashier.

I then get my fabric cut and head to go the line, right behind the woman. She turns and asks why I'm in line. I let her know, oh I'm picking up things for my mother's dress shop and a few pieces for some projects I'm working on personally for a close friend. She then turns red and starts apologizing. She assumed the only reason a guy would be in the fabric store was because they worked there, and with all the bolts of fabric, assumed I was putting them back on the shelf.

I hope her daughter's dress turned out wonderfully and the woman had many more fun projects

I'm visiting Ireland from America, and I was in Galway today in a McDonald's bathroom, just trying to take a shit, as one does in a bathroom, and I heard a knock on my stall accompanied by a very British "How does one get out of the toilet?"

She keeps knocking on the stall and I assume she's trying to find a free stall, so I say "I'm in here"

She asks me if I work here (lady I'm in a bathroom stall why would you assume that), and I say no and that I'll be out in a minute, as I'm trying to pull my pants up to go help this very confused old lady.

I get out and she's like "I don't know how to get out, the door is locked."

I go over to the door, pull the door handle, and it opens.

The lady goes "Oh thank you, it's my first time here." It's your first time.... where? On earth? In a bathroom? In a room with a door???

She left and I just took a second to say 'THE DOOR? THE DOOR THAT'S RIGHT THERE?' to myself in the mirror (because that is what I wanted to say to her) and then I left. Very confusing interaction.

This happened years ago but I was recently reminded of it.

Growing up there was a local gym that my mom loved and went to for years. One day, when I was freshly 12, she decided to bring me along. For context, literally every worker at this gym was female (as am I) since it was advertised for women. These workers typically wore black leggings or shorts with a branded t-shirt stating the name of the gym, these shirts could be any color, and the workers were always located at the front lobby. Also they were typically college aged or past college aged, as the gym didn't like hiring younger people.

My mom had left for a second, so I was alone in the main gym with all the equipment. I was wearing black leggings and a bright pink shirt with the name of my prior middle school on it, a very popular middle school for our area. A lady walks in, passes through the front lobby, and heads straight for me, the 12 year old standing awkwardly alone. She asks a question about the cost of some equipment rental, to which I answer "I don't know" and then she asks if I work there, "no, sorry". She just says "oh" and then immediately turns and leaves, once again passing through the front lobby with an actual worker right there, branded shirt and all.

I'm much older now, but thinking back on it.. I definitely looked 12.

this is pretty short but

a friend and i walked into a hmv, this guy was following right behind us so he definitely saw us walk in. after we got about two steps away from the door he comes up to us and goes “excuse me? do you have a notepad?” and we had been talking so didn’t fully register what he said and sort of turned and went “sorry what?” and he asked us again so i go “no, sorry?” and he replies “sorry just thought you worked here”

like dude you literally walked in with us, we are clearly perusing the shelves and having a conversation??? wdym you thought we worked here?!