|"do you work here?" "no" "where are the digital cameras?"
||[May. 3rd, 2006|12:24 am]
What happens when you and 50+ strangers accidently on purpose wear clothes resembling an employee uniform at the retail establishment where that uniform is required?:
like Santarchy, sorta, but without drunkenness and with people even more poorly prepared to deal with the prank.
after I quit the one job I had that required a certain type of shirt and khaki pants in 1992, I gave those clothing items away to the thrift and have never owned similar clothing items since. It sounds horrible to say it, but since then I've been unable to take seriously any person voluntarily wearing khakis and a distinctive polo or oxford shirt because of the associations with That Job and other retail uniforms. I'm sure there's someone out there who has no idea red polo + khakis signifies Target employee instead of "casual day", but I imagine the baristas they flirt with either scorn them, or have the urge to ask them which aisle the cat litter is kept in.