There must be something about me that makes people think I work in whatever store I am in.

I was having lunch today in a crowded deli. I had gotten up to put my tray away, and noticed a woman walking through the same path of the restaurant. It was a narrow walkway between tables, and being polite, I waited for her to pass. As she approached me, she pointed down to a table and said,
“Will you take these dishes away?”
Somewhat startled I asked,
“Where do you want me to take them?”
“Wherever they are supposed to go, I guess.”
I should mention that I was wearing nothing that would resemble the uniform of the workers in the deli. As I was picking up the dishes and placing them on my tray, I said,
“Let me know if I can get anything else for you.”