We Take It She’s Not A “Crunchy Mom”

It is Halloween night, and instead of candy this year, I am handing out little bags of pretzels. Nobody has an issue with this until a woman and her son, probably seven years old at most, show up. Worth noting: I am white, and the mother and son are Black.

Mom: *Disgusted* “Pretzels?! You should be giving my son candy! Who gives out pretzels on Halloween?!”

Me: *Equal parts shocked and confused* “I mean, who doesn’t like pretzels?”

Mom: “You’re hoarding all the sweets inside, aren’t you? Probably gonna give them to the white kids and leave hard-working folks like us in the lurch!”

Son: “Mom, it’s fine. I like pretzels.”

Me: “Ma’am, I’m giving pretzels to everyone who rings my doorbell. Black, white, or Simpson!”

Mom: “Yeah, I’ll bet you are. Come on, [Son], we’ll get you some real treats elsewhere.”

The mom saunters away, and her tired-looking son grabs the bag of pretzels I’m still holding.

Son: “Sorry. She did the same thing with the guy who was giving out Pringles.”

Me: “I’m guessing he was white, too.”

Son: *Rolling his eyes* “How did you know?”

I feel so bad for that kid. I hope he enjoyed his racist Pringles and pretzels.