Do Not Put THAT On The Butt!
(Having grown up outside of “Cajun Country,” I often have trouble understanding customers that come through the store. This lady’s accent is particularly thick, and I have no one who grew up locally to ask for help.)
Customer: “I’m lookin’ for taco potter.”
Me: *getting a lot of strange mental pictures* “Taco potter?”
Customer: “Yeah. Y’know, taco potter.” *she mimes shaking something*
Me: “Do you mean… taco powder?”
Customer: “That’s what I said! Taco potter!”
(I take her to the seasoning section and show her packets of taco seasoning.)
Customer: *getting agitated* “No! Taco potter! Taco potter!” *emphatically mimes shaking something out of a jar*
Me: “I… um… I’m not sure what—”
Customer: “Taco potter! Like you put on a baby’s butt!”
Me: “Oh, talcum powder!”
Customer: “Yes! Good lord! Taco potter!”
(Why couldn’t she just say, “like you put on a baby’s butt,” in the first place?)
