On my way home from school yesterday, I stopped by one of our local grocery stores. Because I was coming from school, I was wearing a shirt and tie (a red dress shirt and a Tasmanian devil tie). As I walked through the door, a lady came up to me a bit flustered and proceeded to explain to me how she spilled some pomegranate juice on the floor and it was slippery. I looked at her and hopefully it came off politely, said, "I don't work here." A bit more flustered, she looked around and pointed and said, "Oh, all the red shirts. Sorry." "No problem," I assured her as I continued on my way to pick up the milk for which I came.