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November 27, 2002

Wednesday, November 27th, 2002 – 4:16 PM

Rob @ 4:16 PM

Here's a true story that happened to me years ago.

When in public, I usually get mistaken for an employee no matter where I am. I'm constantly approached as an employee in stores and facilities of all types. Maybe I just look generic. Maybe it's my aura of helpfulness and goodwill. Maybe I'm such a good social engineer that I even do it when not trying. Or maybe I just have that overworked, broken-spirit look that most of the world's workforce exhibits while on duty. But sometimes it's just inexcusable.

About eight or nine years ago, I was shopping in my local Pathmark grocery store. I was dressed in a big puffy blue and green winter coat, and pushing a shopping cart full of groceries, looking a lot like a customer and nothing like an employee. But sure enough, a customer came up to me. He didn't ask whether I worked there, he wasn't at all polite, he just snapped "Where do you keep the pesticides?"

Just for fun, I replied "Under my sink," and smiled brightly.

"No, idiot," - yes, he called me idiot! - "I mean here in the store!"

"Well, fool-ass, check aisle seven!" I smiled even more brightly.

He turned several shades of red. "I'm going to speak to your manager!"

"I'm going to speak to your manager!" I reply.

He storms off, and I laugh and forget about it.

Later, I'm approaching the checkout, and I pass the manager's booth. I suddenly realize that I'm passing behind that angry guy, who's venting his spleen at the poor manager lady over some employee she doesn't have. I try very hard not to laugh out loud as I proceed to the checkout, leaving a scene of angry customer chaos behind me.

Any day in which you can leave some sort of chaos behind you is a good day, I think.

Mood - Waxy
Music - Tool

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