Unfiltered Story #89005

, , , | Unfiltered | June 3, 2017

I was attending a convention in Seattle in which the convention staff wore blue shirts with “STAFF” printed on them in large, bold letters. Unknowing of this, I had also chosen to wear a blue shirt, although of a different color.

Throughout the day, I repeatedly had other attendees come up to me and start asking me questions, thinking I was among the staff.

One exchange in particular stood out to me:

Attendee: “Hey, do you know when [name] is doing autographs?”

Me: “Sorry, I don’t know that. If you ask someone from staff, they might be able to tell you though.”

Attendee: “But you’re staff! You should know these things! It’s you’re job!”

Me: “I’m not staff, but if you go down the stairs, cross over to the other building, and look for the Answer Desk room there, they should be able to-”

Attendee: (suddenly realizes) “Oh, I’m sorry! You’re not staff, are you? Sorry to bother you.”

(As a staff member had just come around the corner, I was able to refer the other attendee to them. I hope they got their question answered!)

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