(A customer and her young son approach me.)

Customer: “My son peed on one of your aisles.”

Customer’s Son: *shouting* “I peed myself!”

Customer: “Stop yelling!”

Customer’s Son: “I peed myself! I peed myself! I peed myself!”

Me: “Why did you pee yourself?”

Customer’s Son: “My mom was taking too long and I told her I had to pee and she said okay so I peed myself. Am I in trouble?”

Me: “No. We will just get this cleaned up. Just make sure next time you find the bathroom, okay?”

Customer’s Son: “Okay. Where’s the bathroom? I gotta poop, too.”

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Customer: “Excuse me.”

Coworker: “Yes, may I help you?”

Customer: “I just wanted to say how disappointed I am with your town!”

Coworker: “Okay, why is that?”

Customer: “I haven’t seen an Indian! This is supposed to be Cherokee Nation, and I haven’t seen one Indian! We came all the way down here from Illinois and wanted to see Indians!”

Coworker: “Come again?”

Customer: “All we’ve seen are normal people! We want to see Indians!”

Coworker: “Ma’am, they dress and look just like the rest of us. If you want to see reenactments, you need to go to Tsa-La-Gi outside town.”

Customer: “They don’t dress like that all the time?”

Coworker: “No, ma’am.”

Customer: “What about teepees?”

Coworker: “That’s plains Indians, ma’am, and no. They don’t live in teepees.”

Customer: “Oh…” *mutters while walking away* “… came to see Indians and all we get are regular people…”

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