Treating You Like A Toilet

(I am on my lunch break and I walk across the street to the grocery store to get a sandwich from their deli. My work shirt is maroon, the same color the employees of this grocery store used to wear. Now they wear green. As I’m standing there deciding what to buy, another customer approaches me.)

Other Customer: “Is that the only bathroom you have? The one up front?”

Me: “Sorry, wha—”

Customer: “—because if it is that is ridiculous! You can’t just shut down your bathroom for cleaning if you don’t have another place for your customers to go!”

Me: “I… I’m sorry. I don’t work here.”

Customer: *looks at my shirt, sees the different logo and instantly changes her whole attitude* “Oh my! I am so sorry. I just saw your shirt and thought you did! My mistake!”

(She then turned around to go find someone else to yell at. As she did, several of the employees who had witnessed her yelling at me all scattered in different directions.)