My 16-year-old daughter had a job at Fashion Bug.  At Fashion Bug, a clerk is stationed not far from the door to greet people immediately and to watch for any inventory theft.

 

I went in one night to pick up Stephanie for 9pm, the close of her shift.  I stood inside the front of the store for a few seconds, a new clerk approached me and asked if I needed help.

 

I told her I was waiting for someone. The only man in the store, I continued to stand there for another 3 or 4 minutes and she nervously approached me again.  “Are you sure I can’t help you with something?"

 

I said, “You don’t know who I am do you?”  She admitted she didn’t.  “I’m Mr. Bug and I’m here for a surprise inspection tonight."

 

In a panic she ran to the back room, rounded up the other clerks and told them.  As they looked down the aisle, my daughter laughed, “Oh, that’s my dad!”  The clerk grew more panicked and said, “Your dad owns these stores!?!”