"Can you tell me where I can find the ___?" they ask.
I turn my gaze away from the product I'm inspecting and give them a puzzled look. "Excuse me?" I politely reply because I didn't catch their question the first time.
"O I'm sorry. Do you work here?"
"No, I'm afraid I don't. But what are you looking for? I might be able to help."
Has this ever happened to you?
It happens to me.
All the time.
The most recent time was at Hobby Lobby. A man approached me as I was kneeling in the clearance aisle sorting through a bin of beads. This is understandable and a simple mistake, but I don't get it when this happens at Wal-Mart. Am I holding a price scanner? Do I have on a name tag? Do you see me wearing khakis and a blue shirt? No.
I don't understand why this happens to me so frequently, but I appreciate the opportunity to help and serve other people.
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