I was at Target tonight, you know, because that’s where I live, looking at some fans for the house. We need one for our spare bedroom (which is not so spare when my step kids are visiting) so I was checking prices on some. A woman who was browsing with a male companion approached me and said “excuse me, do you have any box fans?”
Me: “I’m sorry?”
Her: “Do you have any box fans?”
Me: “Me personally? No. I, uh, don’t work here.”
Her: “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry!”
My shirt wasn’t even really red, more brick-ish. Sheesh.
So now I’m thinking I should get a real red shirt, have a nametag made up, and wander the aisles or Target giving bad advice.
