I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 50

I’m a twenty-two-year-old woman, and I took my little brother (age fifteen) to the mall a few months ago to shop for Christmas gifts for our grandparents. We were in the jacket area of a department store chain, and I was handing him a couple of things to hold up so I could take a photo of one of the sweatshirts.

This big guy came up to me and got in front of my little brother.

Guy: “Where is the shoe section?”

I was in a Horror Nights hoodie and a graphic tee shirt with a kid. Yes, sir, I obviously work here.

Me: “I don’t know; I don’t work here.”

Guy: *Getting all huffy* “You people all work here; you just don’t want to help.”

And he stormed off.

I laughed so hard after he left. I should also note that both my brother and I had very obvious [Restaurant Chain] to-go cups, so the dude really just stopped the first brown person he saw.

Related:
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 49
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 48
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 47
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 46
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 45