Always Right, Questionable Eyesight

| Dundee, OR, USA | Uncategorized

(I’m 12 and helping out at my grandparent’s farm. My 3-year old cousin has been playing too close the driveway, so I carry him while ringing up customers.)

Customer: “Dear, your son is just darling. Absolutely adorable!”

Me: “Thank you, ma’am, but this is my cousin.”

Customer: “Nonsense, he looks exactly like you! Well, if you were a boy, but EXACTLY like you.”

(Note that I have curly dark hair, and he has straight blond hair, and that’s just the beginning of the differences.)

Me: “I don’t think–”

Customer: “EXACTLY like you.

Me: “I’m sorry, but–”

Customer: “EXACTLY. LIKE. YOU.”

Me: “If you say–”

Customer: “EXACTLY.”

Me: “…that’ll be $35.”