work lol-o’-the-week

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Generally, my workplace does not have a uniform. But each year the boss tends to get us shirts (no, I’m not sure why — but at least he doesn’t decide to get them and then make us pay for them, which is what my last boss did). And then, of course, we have “workplace shirt days” as our sort of branded version of casual Fridays.

Anyway. This year’s shirt is a football jersey. (Yes, really.) And so on Wednesday, we all (okay, about 90%) trooped into work wearing our dark green football jerseys. They were REALLY OBVIOUS. The store name and the word STAFF are completely unmissable.

(Or so I thought.) Wednesday afternoon, not even kidding, I asked a customer if I could help her. She looked at me carefully, and said, “Do you work here?”

There were a few seconds of silence as my brain cycled through various completely inappropriate responses. Finally, I said, “That’s what it says on the jersey, yes.”

Customer: “Oh! I didn’t notice.”

(Sometimes, there are moments when I want to say, “Did you drive yourself here? Because I’m thinking maybe you shouldn’t drive home.”)

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