Should Be A Uniform Response For These Types Of People

(I am sitting at a table at a coffee shop, drinking a coffee I just ordered. I am still in my work clothes from my day-long shift. My uniform happens to be kind of similar to the coffee shop’s uniform, except for the blatant name of my workplace on my shirt. An old woman has spilled her drink.)

Old Woman: “Clean this up.”

Me: “No, I’m not doing that.”

Old Woman: “You work here; you have to clean it up!”

Me: “Ma’am, I do not work here, nor have I ever worked here.” *pointing to the label on my shirt* “This is where I work.”

Old Woman: *confused* “Oh. Well, maybe you need a different uniform.”

Me: “Maybe, but I don’t really think so.”

(She left in a huff and one of the coffee shop employees had to come clean it up. We laughed about the old woman, and I told her how the same thing had happened to my dad at the gas station right down the road a few days before with an old woman and spilled coffee after his work shift.)