(I am shopping at a store I used to work at and am approached by several customers before I realize I am wearing the same blue/khaki colors as in their uniform. I am trying to find something when I am approached by an angry lady.)

Customer: “The TV you sold me isn’t working!”

Me: “I don’t work–”

Customer: “You have no idea what you’re talking about and sold me a horrible TV. I demand to talk to your manager!”

Me: “Fine, go find him.”

Customer: “Really? Is that how you’re going to handle this? Fine, I will!”

(I go back to shopping but watch her walk around to find my former manager. She returns with him in tow.)

Customer: “He’s the one that sold me the broken TV last week, and now he’s being rude. You need to do something about him.”

Manager: “Ma’am, he hasn’t worked here in almost a year. He–”

Customer: “I want him fired.”

Manager: “Uh, okay, you’re fired.”

Me: “Cool, see you later, man.”

Customer: *smug, evil look*

Me: *goes back to shopping*

Related:
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 3
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 2
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here