My very last day of work at my customer service job for a 24-hour grocery store, I worked the closing shift. The desk closed at 9pm, so at 9pm I rushed to shut it down and get out of there, excited that I would never have to return. I practically ran to the break room to clock out. The feeling of freedom was strong and relieving. On my way out, I passed by a shopper who flagged me down to ask about a product. Of course, I thought to myself, she doesn't know it's my last day. She just sees a person wearing the employee apron and assumes I work here. So I answered her question about the product. She was very friendly and kind of chatted with me for a few minutes. I was anxious to get out of there but didn't want to be rude. Well, a few minutes turned into... over an hour. She ended up telling me her life story pretty much, about her failed modelling career and the time she got a DUI and the legal matters involved, about the time she got in trouble for looking sketchy while bringing eye glasses to a neighborhood kid at a school for some reason. At this point I was dying, I was itching to get out but couldn't find an opportunity to get away. After over an hour of talking to this woman, I heard my manager on the store's intercom: "Riley, you have a phone call on line 101." Confused, but finally with an excuse to leave, I parted ways with the woman and went to the desk by the phone, where my manager was. She looked at me and said, "You were talking to her for a really long time. I thought you needed to be rescued."
Bless that manager.