Yesterday Bob and I made our regular trip to Costco. We were both wearing our Blue Army Caboose hoodies—as we do.
Rounding the corner out of an aisle a woman chased us down, shouting, “Excuse me! Can I ask you a question!?”
We paused, because we’re nice like that, curious as to what she could possibly want to ask us.
“Can I ask you a question? Do you work here?”
“Um…no.”
“Oh, I thought you worked here.” She motioned vaguely toward us, as if it were an obvious mistake and we smiled politely and walked away.
“Was it the matching hoodies?”
A Caboose hoodie does not a Costco employee make.
But that would be the best work uniform ever.
Of all time.
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