The retail uniform somehow acts like a magnet for people who seem to have completely detached from basic social etiquette. The moment you step behind the counter, certain customers stop seeing a human being and see an omnipotent concierge obligated to solve every minor inconvenience in their life.
Even then, workers fully expect questions about where the fitting rooms are or complain about an expired coupon. What they never quite prepare for is a stranger marching up to them like a toddler and order them to provide private electronic valet services on demand.
