“Do You Work Here?” Awkward Stories Of Being In The Wrong Place At The Wrong Time

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For a little backstory, I’m in my junior year (grade 11) and I’m taking an education course, which basically teaches you how to be a teacher.

We have to have “field experience” or practical work. We basically get sent to a school and put into a classroom to help the teacher.

It’s a great way to see if teaching is right for you. Well, the classroom I’m currently stationed in is a pretty good one.

I know the teacher pretty well because she was my teacher and my brother’s teacher when we were younger. This means she trusts me to do a lot more than other teachers probably would.

Her class was having a back to school party and the teacher asked if I would mind getting some sodas the night before and she would pay me back for them.

Of course, I agree.

I go to our local store and grab three 12 packs of sodas. I decided to also get a few small gifts like candy or small toys, as they were cheap.

By the time I finished, my cart was pretty full but I was obviously shopping and not working. As I’m walking to the till, I decide to go ahead and grab some cheap things for me to have for dinner than night as well.

I stop my cart and start reaching up on the shelf to grab things. While I’m turned around a women starts digging around in my cart.

I quickly stop her and ask, “What are you doing?” She says, “Well aren’t you stocking shelves? I’m just taking some of the candy.” Now, to be fair, I was still wearing my school uniform which is pretty similar to the store’s.

Both are khaki pants and blue polos, but the store’s shirts have the store name on the back.

I decide to give her the benefit of the doubt and just say, “No, I’m shopping. I need this candy for school, please put it back” She starts getting huffy and says, “You’re wearing the uniform.

Stop lying or I’ll have you fired. My husband is the manager.” Now, I know she’s lying. I know, because my cousin is the manager.

My cousin is married, but definitely not to her.

He’s gay. I say, “I know that isn’t true, just give me my candy.” I take it back from her and head to the till.

As I’m checking out, I see her complaining to none other than my cousin. I pay and decide to let her know that I knew she was full of garbage.

I go and give my cousin a hug and ask him how his husband was doing. Her face went red and she hurried off.

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