Unfiltered Story #67035

While working retail in college, I managed a department, and while I still cared enough, I wore the company shirt with a name tag. Even thus attired, and while dragging around pallets and stocking shelves, I was still frequently asked if I worked there. I had to dream up different responses:

Q: Excuse me, do you work here?
A: No, I work at Wal-Mart, and I’m here as an industrial spy.

Q: Excuse me, do you work here?
A: No, I just have nowhere else to go.

Q: Excuse me, do you work here?
A: No, but they keep paying me, so don’t tell anyone…

Q: Excuse me, do you work here?
A: No, the judge gave me this for my community service..