Yesterday, DH and I went to our local mall to take advantage of the Memorial Day sales. When we were leaving, we stopped in a major department store for a moment because we had forgotten which entrance we came in. A salesclerk came up to us and the following conversation happened:
Clerk: Can I help you find something?
Me: Oh, no thank you. We're just trying to remember which door we came in.
(At this point she places her palm on DH's shoulder)
Clerk: Well, I just want to make sure I thank you for your service to our country on Memorial Day.
DH: Um, thanks, but I never served in the military.
Clerk: Oh, it doesn't matter. Everyone serves somehow whether it is in the military or at home or (now she is prattling on and on about how everyone serves)
Me & DH:
Me: Okay, I think we came in this way. Let's go DH.
DH: That was weird.
I have had a grandfather and two uncles and DH's father, who served in the military and I would never dream of thanking anyone for their service unless I was sure they had been in the military. I felt like she was thanking DH for simply living his life. Also, what if I had been the military member?
DH thought maybe the department store was making them say something, but not one other salesclerk did this.
This was the strangest Memorial Day I've ever had.