Yesterday I shopped at Pavilions and went through my favorite cashier's line. I have known Stacy for at least 10 years and if she's working I always go to her register. It never fails to be a fun 5-10 minutes.
She smiled as she greeted me, "Hey, hon. How you been?"
I answered, "Oh now, you know I'm fine." Then we engaged in some small talk laced with fun jokes while she rang up my items. You know, black woman to gay white man as black woman.
Toward the end of our conversation she asked about my plans for Thanksgiving and I told her that I was staying in town and hanging out with a few good friends.
As she handed me my change she said, "Well Charles, I won't see you again before Thursday so have yourself a happy Thanksgiving, sweetie."
I replied, "No, you will. I gotta come back later in the week to get a pumpkin pie."
She shrugged, "Why don't you just get you that pie now and save yourself the hassel? You know it's gonna be stupid crowd up in here later in the week."
I flashed an evil grin, "Riiiiight..." Then I pursed by lips and talked fast for emphasis, "And you really think a delicious pumpkin pie is just gonna sit around my apartment and go all uneaten for 4 whole days?"
She screamed with laughter, "Whoops! You know that's right!"
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