(I work in a shopping mall. On my lunch break, I visit the pharmacy. A woman runs into me.)
Customer: “You! Where do you keep your toilet paper?”
Me: “In my cupboard.”
Customer: “How dare you talk to me that way! I want to talk to your manager!”
Me: “I’m sorry, I don’t work here.”
Customer: “Oh, so now you’re going to get into trouble, it’s ‘I don’t work here’, eh?”
Me: *pointing to the company logo on my shirt* “No, I genuinely do not work here. I work in [shop name], see?”
Customer: “So you don’t wear your uniform either? Where’s your manager?” *turns to make-up counter employee* “Are you her manager, missy?”
Make-up Counter Employee: “Yes, yes I am.” *turns to me, winking* “Don’t do that again.”
Customer: “Thank you! See, now I can shop here again!” *to make-up counter employee* “You! Where do you keep your toilet paper?”