You Have A Kale Complexion

(I am perusing the produce aisle looking for something for dinner. I am 19 or so at the time and in a graphic t-shirt and plain black jeans. A man in his early 40s shuffles closer to me, staring very intently at the shelves.)

Customer: “Kale.”

(I don’t respond as I don’t think he’s talking to me, and keep looking for salad items.)

Customer: *more insistently* “Kale?”

(I finally turn and glance at him. He stares back at me.)

Me: “I’m sorry?”

Customer: “Kale. Do you know where kale is?”

Me: “I don’t work here, sir.”

Customer: “Oh, I know that. I just thought you looked like someone who’d know where kale is.”

Me: “…?”

(There was an awkward silence before he shuffled away. I still don’t know what he meant by “someone who’d know where kale is.” Weird!)