You Know You Are, But What Am I?

(One of my jobs is part time at a store that sells card games and board games. We get a lot of kids on certain nights for one card game. Anyway, it’s my day off, and my friends and I are going to a movie. I’m in line to get tickets and a kid that comes into our store pretty often (who is also a total brat) spies me and comes up to me. I am usually nice at the store and I’m trying to be nice now.)

Kid: “You’re a b****!”

Me: *caught off guard* “Excuse me?”

Kid: *smugly* “You’re a b****.”

Me: *smiling and trying to be kind, because I’m in a public place* “I know I am but what are you?”

(It takes a second but this confuses the kid.)

Kid: “Wait, no, it’s ‘I know you are but what am I?’”

Me: “That’s what I just said.”

(The kid screwed up his face and looked like he was trying to figure it out, but it was my turn to get tickets and I completely ignored him as my friends and I went into the theater. The next week the kid came into the store, froze when he saw me, and did not speak to me for the entire time he was in the store!)