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Today I was shopping at Marshall’s. I was wearing a ratty, faded Walt Disney World t-shirt that’s a size too big for me and jeans, my purse over one arm, and a few shirts over the other. I was going through a rack of dresses, taking a few off the rack and holding them up to myself to see of they would be too long, when a woman came up to me and said, “Excuse me, do you work here?”
Two weeks ago I was there with the lady I’m a personal assistant for. She was looking through the racks, and I was standing next to her, leaning on her cart. The cart had some clothes in it, along with both of our purses and a reusable shopping bag. I’m still wearing my shirt that says “YMCA Staff” and my Y name tag. A woman comes rushing into the isle, muttering to herself and frantically searching through the racks. She looks around frustratedly, then spots me and says “Ah! You work here!” And starts asking me if I could find something for her.
Is the universe is trying to tell me that people are really dumb… or that I should work at Marshall’s?
Relevant to your interests: To Kill a Mockingbird is screening at Cranford Theater Nov. 15.
:D I already took the night off from work, but I wasn’t sure where it was playing! Thanks Maryrose!