Tons of answers, but here’s mine:

I worked at a Bose store years ago, when I was about 24, in an area that was incredibly slow. We still did a little under $1,000,000 a year, but there were days where we stood around with very little to do. Often times, we would clean the outside windows, since the little mall we were in no longer had outside custodians (the Bose store was the anchor for that outlet mall).

It was cold, so I put on my black hoodie, got my bucket, rag, and squeegee and headed out to work. Now, I was still in my uniform, but with the hoodie on, only my khaki pants and black dress shoes were visible, no identifying tag to show I worked for Bose.

Up walks a young man, 22 (saw it on his resume later), and before I can greet him and say I’ll be right with him, he walks past me and mutters:

“Sucks to be you.”

I grin. I can’t help it. I set my stuff down, walk into the building, take my hoodie off, and stand behind the counter, in my Bose shirt, with my Bose name-tag, where he’s waiting, with his application and resume in hand.

His look was the best and most satisfying thing of it all - I read it as sucks to be me.

I took it to the store manager and told him the story, then suggested he give the kid a call back and tell him his skills would be better suited to something similar to a window washer.

My manager did it, too.