But Saturday's trip was superspecial at the checkout.
The girl behind the register was young. And it was clear that she thought I was a very old woman (then again, I probably thought 40 was old when I was her age too, but I maintain that I. Do. Not. Look. Forty.).
When she rang up the gloves I bought (it IS Colorado and it IS January--I didn't think it was that out of the question), she sniffed and said "My Grandma has gloves like these."
They're black, fleece-lined gloves with touchscreen-compatible fingertips--it's not like they were hand-knitted out of cat hair, for Pete's sake.
Then she rang up two little crystal candy dishes that are kind of shaped like old 60s egg chairs. I realize how odd that sounds, so I'll attach a picture of something similar (though mine are plain).
She held one of them up and said "These are kinda cool."
"Thanks," I replied. "I thought they were the perfect shape for terrariums."
She stopped and stared.
I mean STARED. Like I'd just told her that I was going to go eat a puppy for lunch after I was done shopping.
She spoke (loudly). "YOU'RE GONNA PUT FISH IN THESE?" [stares from nearby shoppers]
"Oh, no! I said terrariums."
Blank stare.
"Plants. Not fish."
"Oh," she said, looking like she didn't quite believe me.
Sigh.
That's the future of our country, folks!
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