I went to Auntie Anne’s pretzel
shop at the mall. I was wearing (what I
thought) was a pretty cute/put-together outfit, and my hair was looking tame. Basically, I’m trying to say that I didn’t
look like crap (because quite often, I do
go in public looking rather homeless). So
I’m at Auntie Anne’s, and the guy working there was probably in high school.
Cashier: What size?
Me: Ummm…medium, I guess.
Cashier: Ok. [turns to get cup, stops in his tracks and
looks back at me] Wait, do you work here?
Me: I’m sorry?
Cashier: Do you work here?
Me: No…
Cashier: Ok, just making
sure…
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