Unlike many folks here, I don’t really work retail or even shop that much. I do get mistaken at Best Buy sometimes, even though I’ve NEVER worn blue polos to that store. Apparently standing near the aisle browsing stuff with a serious expression is enough to have random people come up to you to ask questions. And I usually reply, “I don’t work here, but what was your question any way?” And they generally apologize, chuckles, and I answer what I can. But that’s not the story today.
About 15 years ago, I was working in a logistics company. I had missed the lunch truck that comes by, so I decided to drive to lunch then come back. A co-worker said he’ll come with me, I said I’ll see him out front.
So I went to my car, which was a small sedan “champagne” color. I got it started and AC blasting (it’s a hot area), and I drove to the employee entrance, and waited.
The door opened, closed, and someone sat down on the seat. I put the car into gear, was about to ask where should we go, when I realized that wasn’t the co-worker.
That was the company president, aka “big boss”.
He had already buckled himself in, when our eyes met.
Neither of us said anything for a second. My hand automatically shifted back to park.
“Uh, boss, what are you doing in my car?”
He mumbled “oops, sorry”, unbuckled himself, and got out.
Just then my co-worker arrived, looking at my boss getting into another car, a white Lexus.
My co-worker asked, “What was that?”
I shrugged, “No idea. I guess he was looking for his lunch ride.”
So, I do work here… but I am not your lunch ride.