Mad respect for people who work in retail. I've never worked in retail but more often than not in stores when my mom and I go shopping I end up getting confused for an employee in a lot of stores. And I know what you're thinking but I'm not joking that happens to me often enough for it to become kind of a nuisance for me. It's probably because I'm always folding up clothes and putting them back and stuff but that's mainly just because it bothers me when people throw clothes or merchandise just willy nilly.

I think the closest I've come to actually working in retail though was when I was a girl scout. So, fun fact, in the USA when I was a Girl Scout, Girl Scouts troops bought their cookies from one of two cookie manufacturers depending on pretty much where they lived geographically. According to the Girl Scout website, they still use two different bakers so I assume this is still an applicable issue for tropps. So a lot of times we had customers asking if we had Samoas or Tagalongs because our cookie manufacturer doesn't make Samoas or Tagalongs, they make Caramel deLites and Peanut Butter Patties. Same cookie, different name. Don't ask me why I assume it's for legal reasons. In fact most of the old school cookies, besides Thin Mints, have two different names as a result of this manufacturer split. And while nowadays there's only four cookies out of twelve with this kind of issue, if I remember correctly it used to be that all the cookies except for Thin Mints had this double name issue. And while most customers, once you explain that it's the same cookie with a different name, are understanding and buy the cookies, you occasionally get these... special buds who refuse to buy it because "it's not the same". I can remember one time I was selling with my mom outside a bi-lo and a lady wanted some Samoas but didn't see any on our stand. When I tried to explain that Caramel deLites are Samoas just with a different name, she started to tell me I was wrong and demanded some Samoas. It got to the point where the patrol officer that always hung around the place had to get involved to keep the lady from physically harming us.