I hope I don't offend anyone by telling this story. It's just too funny to keep to myself.
One day last week, I ran to K*Mart after work because I realized I was out of Diet Cokes.
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.
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 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.