Unfiltered Story #186229

(I’ve been working at a privately-owned preschool for about a month, as a cook and afternoon teacher. While I am getting to know the kids, I haven’t met many of the parents yet. However, I am hard to miss, being the only teacher with bright blue hair, so I’m sure that many of them have spotted me over the last few weeks. One morning, I arrive for work about the same time that a little boy and his mother are entering the building. I hold the door open for them, then move forward to punch in the code for the inner door.)
Mother: “Oh, so you work here now?”
Me: “Yes.”
(I’m not certain if she thought previously that I might be another parent, but what the heck did she mean by “now”?)