Here’s another one of my Wal-Mart adventures where I’m telling on myself, but I don’t mind because it’s funny.
It was Halloween (if you couldn’t tell from the title of this post), and we were allowed to wear costumes if we wanted. I didn’t want to because I rarely wear costumes on Halloween anyways. It seemed especially wasteful to do so while at work. So there I was, wearing normal clothing, plus a blue vest and a name badge.
I was in the paper goods aisle, stocking all the mess-cleaners and buttwipes (or paper towels and toilet paper, if you want me to get technical). This guy walks up to me and asks me the question that I heard about 10 times a day back then: “Do you work here?”
Really? The stupid vest and name badge don’t answer that question for you already? How about that fact that you see me stocking shelves? Oy vey!
Me, being a smartass (and temporarily forgetting that I was at work) responded with, “No. I have a friend who works here. I’m just borrowing this for Halloween.”
He walked away.