Colorblind

I was wearing an orange t-shirt in Target today and, while looking for my favorite laundry detergent, a man stopped his cart abruptly and sighed as if spotting me was a stroke of luck. He said,

"Excuse me, but where is the kleenex?"

I was a little taken aback, but I realized he must have thought my orange shirt was a red one- mistaking me for an employee (either that or I just looked like I knew everything). So I went with it.

"Oh, it's just one more isle over," I said with a smile.

(believe me, I know Target).

He huffed a thanks and left. I chuckled quietly.

Moral of the story: Never wear orange (or red, for that matter) in Target unless you know it like the back of your hand.