A Conversation with a K-Mart Checker.

I hope I don't offend anyone by telling this story. It's just too funny to keep to myself.

Ok, so.

One day last week, I ran to K*Mart after work because I realized I was out of Diet Cokes.

GAH.

I know, right?

It's so much easier to find a front parking spot at K*Mart than it is at Wal*mart (mainly because NOBODY shops at K*Mart anymore).

Anyway, I took my Diet Cokes up to the check out line (where I didn't have to wait in line because remember, NOBODY shops there...except me on this particular day).

The checker lady scanned them.

I paid with my debit card.

She asked to see my driver's license to make I was who it said I was.

I was.

Er, am.

Er, is.

Whatever.

She looks at my last name & asks me how to pronouce it.

I tell her.

(FYI: It's pronounced Tee-bow, but that's not how it's spelled).

AND, THEN.

And, then she asks me: "Is he black?".

It took me a second to realize she was talking about my husband & asking if he's black.

I say, "Who? My husband?".

And, she replies, "Yeah. Black, Chinese or Asian or something?".

I respond: "Um, no, he's white. His last name is French-Cajun. From South Louisiana."

She thinks about this for a second or two & asks me where South Louisiana is.

I tell her New Orleans & Baton Rouge are in South Louisiana.

She asks, "So, is he from France or Louisiana?".

I'm really at a loss for words here, so I pretend like I'm getting a text & start digging in my purse for my cell phone.

When I put my phone back in my purse, she hands me back my driver's license.

While I am putting that back in my wallet, she says: "Sorry I asked if your husband was black. It just looked like a black name."

I wasn't aware that names had a color.

Anyway, I smile at her & tell her that's okay...not to worry about it.

I've had some strange conversations in my life, y'all, but this one just might have been THE craziest.