I don't work here, but I know where it is...

I was at Best Buy the other day to look for something to buy. I had received one of my reward certificates, so rather than waste it, I opted to look for something to buy with it. I was looking at the MP3 player accessories when a guy came up to me and asked, 'Where is your software section?'

Now picture me wearing khaki pants with a light brown/yellow/orange striped polo shirt. For those of you paying attention to the vast Best Buy commercials, you'll recall that Best Buy employees wear blue polo shirts. Other times, the Geek Squad, which is the name for their computer service people, will wear white shirts, black pants and black ties. So you have two different uniforms that you see people in, yet I get mistaken for one of the employees.

I say to the guy, "Umm... I don't work here, but it's right over there. I'm heading there myself (which I was)."

The guy said, 'Sorry' and headed over the way I pointed.

Getting there myself, I started looking for cheap computer games, but I was curious what the guy was looking for. He asked on the real employees what computer program would be good to convert a .mov file (a Quicktime file) to an .avi file (audio video interweave file format). He said something about wanting to convert it for use on his phone or some sort of mobile device.

The employee scratched his head, shrugged and said, "I don't know..."

I had to snigger a little because I felt like offering my services, but I restrained myself. I don't work there. Besides, I was running a little late.

This isn't the first time I've been mistaken for an employee, but certainly the first time I wasn't even dressed like one. When I worked at my old job, I was always in suit and tie, so I would often get asked for help at Best Buy, Office Max, Office Depot and Circuit City. The suit threw them off.

Can I use the f-word?

So Julia was getting her pajamas on the other night, and I noticed that the top that she put on barely went past her belly button. She's sprouted a lot lately and clothes that fit fine just a few short months ago are now too small for her. Sniff... They grow up so fast...

I mentioned this to Julia that it looks like it's too small for her.

She looked down and said, "It looks like I'm a little..."

She looked up at me and asked, "Can I use the f-word?"

Now I'm sure we all have heard of an f-word, but the f-word I'm familiar with would be sooner coming out of George Carlin's mouth than my daughter's mouth. But rather than reaching for conclusions and assuming that she was about to drop the f-bomb, I tested the waters.

"Why?" I asked. "What's the f-word?"

"Fat" she replied.

"Oh! That!" I replied in a 'I knew that. I was just testing you' kind of way.

She said that he's a little fat, but it's 'normal fat' she was quick to point out!