There were many pineapples in the bin, but I had to find the ripest of them all. The third one I pick is golden on the bottom half and greenish-brown on the top. That was it, the pineapple I had spent the last twenty seconds looking for. I lift the pineapple to my face, I begin to smell the sweet aroma from the bottom. As the pineapple is gently pressed against my face in the grocery market, I hear someone approach. "Yo, you have oysters?", he says. I was startled that someone had taken notice of me. "No, I have pineapples", I reply. He is left with a confused look on his face, but continues to ask "so you don't work here?" I immediately turn my back to him and quickly walk away with the pineapple and potatoes in hand. It wasn't the first time I was mistaken for an employee or manager. It happens sometimes. What is your story?