(This happened a couple of summers ago. It had been a wet and warm summer, so the mosquitoes had been abnormally bad. So, when a young two-and-a-half-year-old boy come through my lane I tried to make conversation…)

Me: “Hi there, buddy!”

Boy: *big smile* “Hi!”

Me: “Looks like some mosquitoes bit ‘cha.”

Boy: “Yeah! Here…”

(He points to a bite on his arm.)

Boy: “Here…”

(He points to another bite on the same arm.)

Boy: “Here…”

(He points to yet another bite on the same arm.)

Boy: “And here!”

(The last bite is on his middle finger, which he shows me by flipping me off.)

Both the mother and me: *laughing hysterically*

Customer: “Excuse me, I have a question about your wild Alaskan Salmon. Why does it say it’s a product of the United States on it?”

Me: “Yes, ma’am, it is.”

Customer: “But if it’s a product of the US, then it’s not really Alaskan salmon, right?”

Me: *speechless* “Um, the label’s correct, ma’am.”

Customer: “So, then it’s not from Alaska?”

Me: “Alaska is a part of the United States. The salmon is fresh from Alaska.”

Customer: “Oh, okay…” *rolls eyes and leaves*

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