Unfiltered Story #186496

(I’m bagging for an older woman, who has a rather large quantity of food. When asked about it, she says that her six kids are coming home for the weekend. Note that I’m in college, but have been mistaken for a high or middle schooler on many occasions.)

Me: Six?! Geez, my mom had enough trouble with three.

Customer: Wait, you have how many?

Me: No no no, my mom! My mom has three. And she has enough trouble with us.

Cashier: *trying really hard not to laugh* Let’s hope she doesn’t have three any time soon.

Customer: Oh, okay! I was about to say, my goodness! And you’re white, too!