Hey, guys working back to more I don't work here lady stories.

In this story, a Karen claims that I work at home depote despite only being a customer, and slaps me for not obeying her demands.

Here is what happened.

Let's dive right into today's stories and the first one is titled no get me Your Manager, also posted on our slash I don't work here lady.

So I was a witness to this, but it was absolutely brilliant.

I'm remembering it so it's not verbatim, but whatever, I still want to use it on someone.

So at a target a few years ago, this lady, let's call her Karen, is yelling at a girl wearing a blue green polo and black pants.

I think she was a server at a nearby restaurant or something, demanding the girl helps her.

The girl keeps trying to say, ma'am, I don't work here.

I don't know.

Well.

Karen gets all pussy and starts complaining this girl out and finally says the dreaded words get me your manager.

The girl says again, I still don't work here.

Karen has none of it and demands again, and the girl finds these snaps and says, I demand to see your manager.

Let me tell you, this girl could out Karen the most Karens of Karen's with her tone.

Karen stops and says, what you hurt me?

Get me your manager now.

I won't be treated like this by someone like you, manager, Karen.

But I don't work here.

That doesn't matter.

Go get your manager, go, go go, and starts kind of barking at her and stepping forward with each bark.

Karen does this weird stumble backwards, looking terrified, and finally turns and wells off.

Slash run slash trots off.

I'm not sure she wasn't actually running off to call her boss.

All I can say, though, is this girl perfectly turned the tables and it was super effective.

I just hope she never uses her Karen powers for evil.

And yeah, guys, I guess if you cannot beat the Karens, then you need to become a Karen at least of some sort to beat them.

And by the way, guys, if you still enjoy the I don't work here ladies stories that are not so common anymore nowadays, please let me know in the comments and like the video because I really appreciate your feedback either way.

The next one is titled entitled Karen claims I work at a home Depot.

I've read and heard about people being mistaken for employees before, thinking it was amusing and usually ended up in a few awkward laughs.

However, when the time came that I was mistaken, things ended in a less so civil way.

So I'm a contractor, specifically a plumber, and often must nip to home Depot or other similar supply stores for extra parts.

On this particular day, I was in home Depot for some pipes and fittings for a job I had the next morning to defend the Karen.

In this situation, I was wearing my uniform, consisting of a tool belt loaded with my basic tools and scruffy work close that had seen better days.

However, this is how many of the people shopping in Home Depot look, and the Home Depot uniform itself is bright orange, so I would have thought it was identifiable when compared to my faded blue work shirt and canvas pants.

Anyway, there I was in a plumbing section, comparing different pipe joints and jacking my phone for measurements i'd written down earlier when this woman hums over.

She looked to be in her late forties, well dressed in that suburban mom way, carrying a small purse, and looking increasingly frustrated.

I was already a little put off because initially I felt her walk behind me and then stop.

I assumed she might have been looking at something on another shelf, until I heard her clear her throat with an uhm type of cough.

I turned around.

Sorry, am I in your way?

No?

She replied with an eye roll, muttering idiot under her breath, but loud enough that I could hear it.

Now I was confused.

Uh okay, what else was I supposed to say?

Right now?

I had no clue what her problem was.

She stared at me for a while, I guess, waiting for me to read her mind and find the perfect solution to the problem I didn't know existed.

Her arms were crossed and she kept sighing dramatically, like I was the biggest inconvenience in the world.

After about thirty seconds of this awkward staring contest, I got a little creeped out, and she started walking away towards the checkout area.

Hey, she yelled, her voice echoing through this where do you think you're going?

I stopped and turned around.

What do you want?

I asked, trying not to sound too rude, but probably failing given how bizarre this whole interaction had already been so far.

Don't be so rude.

Why aren't you asking what help I need?

She demanded, stepping closer to me with this expectant look on her face.

That's when she launched into this rant about how people these days didn't want to work anymore, calling me lazy and unprofessional.

A few other customers had stopped what they were doing in weir watching us now, which made the whole situation even more embarrassing.

I could feel my face getting red.

I'm sorry, but what exactly have I done wrong here?

I asked, cutting her off rand mid sentence.

She stared at me with this incredulous look, her face turning red, before stammering that she'd just go find someone else who actually cared about customer service.

She stormed off towards the pain section, muttering more insults loud enough for everyone to hear.

I got a few sympathetic looks from people around me, and one older guy even shook his head and said, some people I just I shrugged it off and tried to carry on getting what I needed, but the whole thing had left me feeling pretty rattled.

The situation was obviously off putting, so I tried to hurry up with the rest of my shopping, grabbing the last few items on my list, and making my way to the checkout lines as quickly as possible.

I just wanted to get out of there and put this weird encounter behind me.

But as I was walking towards the front of the store, Karen came charging around the corner from the paint aisle, moving with purpose and looking even more agitated than before.

I instinctively stepped back when I saw her coming.

Look, I don't know what your problem is, but I couldn't find anyone else to help me, she stated, stopping right in front of me, close enough that I could smell her perfume.

So you're going to have to do it.

I was still completely confused at this point, because she hadn't actually said what she needed help with, or made it clear that she thought I'd worked there.

For all I knew she was just some crazy person who arrests random shoppers paint brushes, she said, tapping her foot impatiently.

I need to know where they are, and I need to know right now.

I've been looking for twenty minutes.

And then it finally clicked.

She thinks I work here, ma'am.

I don't work here, I said, as calmly as I could, even managing a small smile, because I figured this was when she would apologize awkwardly and we would both laugh about the misunderstanding.

Instead, she took a step back like I just told her the earth was flat, placing her hand on her chest with this theatrical gasp.

Don't lie to me, she started yelling, you're discriminating against me.

I saw your helping that other person, she pointed at some random guy who was just mining his own business in the electrical section.

You would help him, wouldn't you, But not me.

I tried explaining to her once more that I genuinely was not a staff member, that I was just another customer trying to buy some plumbing supplies.

I even offered to help her find an actual employee, but she would not hear any of it.

She just kept ranting about discrimination and customer service and how I was a liar.

Look, I really don't work here.

I sat, raising my voice to try to get through to her.

I'm just wearing a blue shirt.

The employees wear orange, see, I gestured to my obviously none home depot clothing.

Don't like to be Just show me where the paint brushes are.

It is your job.

At this point I was done with her.

I tried being nice, I tried being reasonable, and nothing was working here.

So I decided to just leave my basket right there on the floor and come back another day when hopefully this lunatic wouldn't be around.

Where do you think you're going, she screamed as I started walking away.

Then she grabbed my arm, actually grabbed it, and yanked me backwards toward her, twisting the skin painfully.

I'm not a small guy, but she caught me off guard here and nearly made me lose my balance.

Let go of me, I said, pulling my arm away.

At this point, I was genuinely scared.

If she was willing to put her hands on a stranger in public, who knows what else she might do.

Finally, a home depot employee spotted what was happening and came jogging over.

It was a young woman, maybe early twenties, wearing the distinctive orange apron.

Excuse me, what's going on here?

She asked, looking between me and Karen with obvious concern.

Karen immediately launched into her whole story again and explaining that I was an employee who refused to help her fine paint brushes.

The actual employee looked at me with raised eyebrows, taking in my obviously none home depot appearance.

Sir, do you work here, she asked me directly.

No, I absolutely don't, I replied, I'm just trying to buy some plumbing supplies.

The employee nodded and turned to Karen.

Ma'am, this gentleman doesn't work for us.

I can help you find what you're looking for, though that's impossible, Karen, shrid you are all in on this together.

She was helping other customers.

I saw him, she pointed me again, getting more worked up by his second.

He is the real employee.

You're probably just some trainee who doesn't know anything.

The employee's side and pointed to her name tech and orange apron.

Ma'am, I've worked here for three years.

This is what our uniform looks like.

That gentleman is a customer just like you.

But Garen was beyond reason.

At this point.

She was practically hysterical, and I could see people stopping their shopping to stare at the commotion.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a storma jar walking in our direction, probably alerted by all the shouting.

Before he could reach us, though, Karen completely lost it.

She stepped towards me and slapped me across the face, real hard.

I stumbled backwards, more from the shock than the actual impact, bringing my hand up to my stinging cheek.

I could not believe that she had actually hit me.

I was provoked.

She immediately started screaming at everyone who was staring.

He was being discriminatory, I felt threatened.

The manager broke into a run when he saw what happened, pulling out his radio and calling for security.

Karen seemed to realize that things had gotten out of hand because she started backpeddling.

That's not necessary, she said, suddenly, sounding less confident.

I am fine, Everything is fine.

It is not for you, the manager said grimly.

Two security guards arrived within a minute and positioned themselves near Karen, who was still ranting about customer service and discrimination.

Another customer had apparently called nine one one because they could hear sirens outside.

Where are the brushes?

Karen kept yelling, even as the police officers walked into the store.

Make that employee help me.

This is ridiculous.

I don't work here, I shouted back.

My patient's completely gone now.

The police officers quickly assessed the situation, with the manager and employee explaining what they had witnessed.

One officer tried to calm Karen down, but she was still worked up and kept gesturing wildly with her hands.

Then she made her second biggest mistake.

As one of the officers stepped closer to try to talk to her, she lashed out and kicked him in the gin.

It was not a gentle tap either, I heard the officer grunt in pain and step back.

Karen froz when she realized what she had done.

The color drained from her face as both officers immediately switched into arrast mode.

Ma'am, you're under arrest for assault, the second officer said, pulling out his handcuffs and moving towards her.

The security guards stepped aside as the officer took control of the situation.

You don't understand, Karen whaled as they handcuffed her.

He started it.

He wouldn't help me.

This is all his fault, but the officers were not interested in her excuses.

They read her her rights, where she continued to rant about discrimination and customer service.

Eventually they had to escort her outside because she wouldn't stop yelling and was disturbing other customers.

After they took statements from me, the employee, the manager, and a few witnesses, one of the officers asked if I wanted to file a report about the assault.

I said yes, I mean she hit me in the face.

That's not something you just let slide.

They explained that they would need me to come to the station later to fill out some paperwork.

The whole process took about an hour, and by that time everything was sorted out.

I was exhausted.

The manager was incredibly apologetic, even though none of this was the store's fault.

He gave me a twenty five dollars gift card and said they'd be reviewing their security procedures.

He also mentioned that Karen would be banned from the store, though he didn't know if it would apply to other locations too.

And well, about two months later, I got to know through a friend that Karen had pleaded guilty to simple assault and disorderly conduct.

She got a fine and some community service hours, not exactly the harshest punishment in the world, but at least there were some consequences.

I've been back to that home depot a few times since then, and thankfully I haven't run into any similar situyuations.

Most of the employees there know me now since I'm in pretty regularly for work, and they've all been great.

I still wear my work clothes when I shop there.

I'm not going to change my routine because of one crazy person.

Looking back, I think the whole thing could have been avoided if Karen had just looked at what I was wearing or asked politely if I worked there, instead of assuming and then getting aggressive about it.

But some people just are not wired to be reasonable, I guess.

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The next one is another item work here Lady story that is titled you smell like your work, so you must work here?

So I'm the pitmaster at a local barbecue restaurant.

Uniform is black pants and either a black or gray T shirt with the restaurant name on the front.

After work, I often stopped by Walmart to go grocery shopping, as it is on my way home.

Well, one day, while I was in the bakery getting Hogi rolls for dinner, she appears.

Now she had the typical carrot look, and she looked mad, and she spotted me.

She opened up with finally someone who ef and works here.

I, of course ignored her and kept on with my shopping.

Well, she didn't like that and rammed her card into mine and started yelling, don't you eving ignore me, you lazy dude.

I need you to get me a damn cake decorated.

I looked up at her, looked down at my black T shirt with a restaurant name that is very distinct from Walmart.

Looked back up at her, looked down at my shirt, and said I don't work here, and then I pulled my cart away and turned to leave.

She kept yelling, yes, you do.

You smell like you work here and grabbed my arm.

I pushed her off of me and told her to f off lady, I don't work here.

It's not my fault.

You're too stupid to read my shirt or know that employees here wear a blue vest.

She started following, yelling obscenities at me, until the manager came over to see what was going on.

She, of course, the mand that I be fired, to which the manager replied that I didn't work there, and they started going back and forth on it.

The manager waved me away, so I went back to shopping.

A little while later, I'm getting ready to check out, and I see her still staying in the bakery, yelling at the manager about how I pushed her, that I needed to be fired, that I was rude, and so on and so forth.

At this point I see two police officers come in.

They have a quick chat with the manager and escorted her out of the building.

She was screaming about suing the whole time.

And the last one will be a story from ur slash I don't work here, lady, and it is titled it happened at Target.

Of course, I was not dressed like an employee of any sort.

I was deep in shopping mode, holding a ceramic jewelry dish that was on clearance up to my eye level, gazing at it while slowly spinning it.

An older lady approached me and asked me where some dumb crab was.

Having read enough posts from this sub, I decided I didn't want to get into a debate about whether or not I actually worked there, so instead I went into full Colin Robinson mode.

I said I was happy to help her.

I patiently explained that if she downloads the target appsolect this location, as her default store doesn't search for the item and filters the results for a pickup today, when she opens the item page, it will show the aisle number.

I was drolling on a bit and start to explain how the aisles are arranged alphanumerically, when the lady suddenly backed away and was quickly walking away from me without saying thank you, so I yelled out, you are welcome and here guys, I hope you enjoyed today's video.

I will see you again tomorrow