All Are Retail Slaves

(Note: I wasn’t actually an employee, I was just a regular customer walking around this store. A middle-aged woman walks up to me.)

Lady: “Excuse me, do you have any golf clubs?”

Me: “Sorry, I don’t work here.”

Lady: “But you look like you do…”

Me: “Sorry, no… all the employees here have red vests and tags that say [Store Name] on them.”

Lady: “But can you tell me where the golf clubs are?”

Me: “No, I don’t even live in this town. I am just looking around.”

Lady: “Well, you’re no help. I might as well look in the other store.” *walks away in a huffy mood*

Me: *loudly* “MAYBE IF YOU PAID ME, I’D HELP!”