I have always loved tacos. They are pretty much one of the world's most perfect foods. They have vegetables, dairy, whole grain carbs, and protein...all in a cute little package. So, this morning, I decided to walk down to D'Agostino on 10th Avenue to pick up some fixin's to make tacos.
In the check out line, I had one of my favorite cashiers. She is this middle aged black woman, and my guess is that she or her parents were from the South. As I was getting ready to pay, she asked me if I wanted to give a dollar so that Jerry's Kids could go to camp. (Jerry was pronounced Jurrry). I responded that I would love to do so. I also mentioned that I used to work for Camp Heartland, which is a camp for children and families impacted by HIV/AIDS.
Here's how the conversation played out:
Me: "I used to work for Camp Heartland. It's a camp for children impacted by HIV."
Cashier: "Really? Oh goodness. See that's why I like Jurrrry's kids camp cuz its for chillruns that gots MS or MD or whatever. Thank you baby."
And that, ladies and gentleman, is the One Liner of the Week.