Unfiltered Story #109683

(It’s the beginning of my shift, and I’m taking care of a few maintenance things before I need to man the front desk. I’m standing on a counter changing a lightbulb when the first customer of the day walks in and over to me.)

Customer: Do you work here?

Me: Uh, yeah.

(I’m a bit thrown that that wasn’t immediately obvious but try to recover.)

Me: Can I help you with something?

Customer: Can I order a drink?

Me: Sure! Our bar is right over there.

(The woman goes over to the bar, where my coworker is sweeping up.)

Customer: Do you work here?

(My coworker looks at the broom in her hands then back to the woman. Apparently she was unclear about people who were actually working.)