My life.
Today I was at the grocery store & there was a woman next to me in the meat department wearing gloves & sorting meat. I couldn’t find something so I asked her where it was. She looked at me, dumbfounded & said, “Oh, I don’t work here. People always ask me that when I’m out all the time. I must have that kind of face.”
Yeah, lady, it’s definitely your face- not the plastic gloves or being a weirdo & sorting through the meat.