Must Work At The Fanciest “Whole Foods” Ever

(I work at a grocery store, and at least three times a day when I’m on the floor in my uniform attire and apron, clearly stocking or using store equipment, someone approaches me and asks, “Do you work here?” On one of my days off, I’m visiting out of town and shopping at a different grocery chain when a customer approaches me while I’m shopping.)

Customer: “Excuse me. How much is this?”

Me: “Um… I don’t know, but I’m sure they can do a price check for you at the register.”

Customer: “Well, can’t you find out for me?”

Me: “I… I’m sure someone at the register can tell you.”

Customer: *angrily* “Oh, what. Are you too busy or something?”

Me: “I’m just shopping.”

Customer: “Wow, so, I can’t even ask you a question?!”

Me: *still awkwardly following my politeness programming* “I don’t even live in this city.”

Customer: “Wait… So… you don’t work here?”

Me: “No.”

Customer: “Oh… you just seemed like you work here.”

Me: *looks down at my full-length lacy dress and high heels*