While I was in the New Kensington Kmart yesterday I checked out the prices of memory cards in the photography department. As I walked back into the rest of the store another customer planted herself in front of me.
She: Are you going to help her? [pointing at the Kmart associate working behind the photo developing counter]
Me: [after pausing to see that the associate did not seem to be having an emergency] I'm sorry, I don't work here.
She: But are you going to get someone to help her?
Me: Let me try again. I am not. A Kmart. Employee.
She: [long pause] Oh. I'm sorry.
If the reserved pastor thing doesn't work out for me, I know there are other possibilities. Jarod has nothing on me.
Maybe it's all because I once stayed at a Holiday Inn Express...
File under: New Kensington, wierd