“Do You Work Here”: Extra Stupid Edition

I work in retail. I am sitting at my register, thinking that I should do a drop soon. I open the drawer and see that I have a great many one-dollar bills, which prompts me to count them; after accumulating a certain number of them, anything above the opening amount of ones is added to the next drop.

As I am halfway through the stack — twenty-four out of forty-nine — a woman walks in the front door.

Customer: “Do you work here?”

I am behind the counter, sitting at the cash register, with both hands LITERALLY full of money.

Me: *Bewildered* “Um… yeeessss.”

The response going through my head was, “No, the store just allows random people behind the counter so that they can take money out of the register!”

I seem to be facing an increasingly moronic general public.