I work at a restaurant in a very rich town, in which I also live. 

I was getting my hair done at a `posh’ salon when I see one of my regulars from the restaurant sitting in the first chair.

Me: “Hello Mrs. [Name]. Good to see you.”

Customer: “Oh hello aren’t you my waitress from the place down the road?”

Me: “Yes, I am. How are you doing today?”

Customer: “I didn’t know people like you were allowed in a place like this.”

Me: “Excuse me?”