Unfiltered Story #194489

(My coworker and I are cleaning up the shop about a half hour after we have closed. The door is propped open so we can bring the outside tables and chairs inside, however it is very clear from looking at the restaurant that we are closed. However…)

Customer: *walks past my co-worker and I through the propped open door and towards the front counter*

Me: Excuse me? Ma’am? We’re closed.

Customer: *stares at me*

(It’s important to note that not only are all of the lights off in the store, but the chairs are stacked up, the tables are pushed to one side, and all of the pastries have been removed from the display case.)

Customer: Really? You are?

Co-Worker: Yes…?

Customer: Okay, bye. *leaves*