Unfiltered Story #262515

So I work at the red superstore, and have for a fairly long time. But this story doesn’t take place there.
See, my mom works at the blue one, and can get me certain auto repairs much cheaper than if I went elsewhere.
One day after work I needed my tires rotated, so I went right over still in my work clothes. A red shirt with one of our old catchphrases on it and our logo in the center making me look like the far end of a shooting range.
I’m waiting in the auto department of The Blue Place for my car to be done. An old woman walks up and starts telling me the problems she’s having with her car. When she sees how confused I look, she pauses and asks, “or do you not work in this department?”