I Don’t Work Here… Or Do I?

This happened to me around five years ago, just after high school. I was picking up something to cook after work at the local grocery store, still in my work uniform. As I was walking to the meat section, I heard:

Customer: “Sir, excuse me, sir! Sir! Can I get some help, sir?”

I turned to see what was going on. The instant I turned around, the guy asked me:

Customer: “Do you sell [item]?”

Me: “Do I look like I work here?”

Customer: “Oh, sorry, but you kind of do.”

Me: “Since when do [Grocery Store] employees wear red shirts?”

And I kept walking. I turned the corner, and there was a guy stocking the shelves dressed exactly like me. I almost left the store right then.