This Happens Every Calendar Day

I frequently eat on break while on my way to the break room in the back of the store, to ensure I have enough time to eat. At least one customer always stops me despite having my vest hanging off one shoulder and not zipped.

I am shoveling chicken tenders into my mouth actively as I’m walking to the breakroom:

Customer: “Can you tell me where the calendars are?”

Me: *Mouth full of chicken* “Fey aren’t out fet.”