Convenience Store Clerk: [having not seen me in ages] “Good morning!”
Me: [realizing I’ve left my wallet in the car] “Hello! I’ll be right back.”
Convenience Store Clerk: [sympathetically] “Do you need beer?”
Me: “Um… what?”
[He gestures to the clock behind the counter. It’s 11 a.m. In Texas, it’s illegal to sell alcohol before noon on Sundays.]
Me: “OH. No, I don’t. I just forgot my wallet.”
Convenience Store Clerk: “…Oh. Okay!”
And you know what’s fucked up? I haven’t shopped at this particular establishment in years. Years.
Reputations are sometimes very hard to scrub off.