When You Don’t Have To Be Nice To Them You Can Walk Tall

I work for a drive-in fast food place. The uniform consists of a shirt, apron, hat, and lanyard, all with the company’s name plastered all over them. I also own and wear a jacket from them with the same name. After work one day, I go to the local grocery store to pick up a few things.

Customer: “Hey, can you help me?”

I look down at my entire uniform proclaiming my actual job.

Me: “I, uh, don’t work here.”

Customer: “Are you even old enough to work? You look like you’re twelve! Whatever. I need an item off the top shelf.”

I’m not even five feet tall.

Me: “Yeah, good luck with that.”

Customer: “Ugh! Get me your manager!”

Me: “Sure thing. Just go out those doors, all the way across the parking lot, and down [Road], where you’ll see a sign for [Business]. Pull in there and ask for a manager.”

Customer: *Looks at me* “You don’t work here do you?”

Me: “Nope.”

Customer: “F*** you!” *Storms off*