It’s Just Not Working Out

(This takes place at the bar I frequent after work. Although I don’t work that night, I come out to watch some football. A couple of my coworkers are there, when a girl walks in and greets me and my friends before sitting down next to me.)

Me: “So, I think I’ve drank here with you before. Where do you work?”

Girl: “…I work with you at [Restaurant]!”

(Turned out it was one of the new hires that had worked with us for about a month. I was so embarrassed to not recognize her in non-work attire!)