Just Leave Me In Peas
Nearly every time I go into [Store] in my work clothes — black work pants, a company-branded (not [Store]!) T-shirt and usually a company-branded hi-viz vest — I get stopped by some lady asking me where something is.
One day, I’m in the store and I’m minding my own business walking around with a shopping trolley buying some bits. I hear this lady shouting, “Excuse me!” at me from behind, but I ignore her because I have a feeling that she is under the impression I work there, and I don’t want to deal with that.
After a couple of times of her calling for me, I turn around to find a furious-looking woman.
Woman: “You don’t have any frozen peas.”
I give her a confused look.
Me: “Yes, I know.”
This seemed to enrage her further.
Woman: “WELL, WHY NOT?!”
Me: “Ehh, because I don’t work here?”
Instead of apologizing, she muttered what I believe was, “For f***’s sake,” and walked over to her husband.
Woman: *Angrily, to her husband* “He doesn’t have any frozen peas and he doesn’t even work.”
I feel for anyone who has to deal with the general public on a day-to-day basis, but I’m so glad I don’t have to anymore.