I Was Coming Around The Corner At The Market
speaking to my son in my strong Southern accent, when I heard one clerk say something to another:
Clerk: "Over by the crackers."
Lifeguard: "I beg your pardon." (Even more Southern.)
Lifeguard: "You called me a 'craker.' I am offended. I want to speak with your manager."
Clerk: "But, um.... Are you serious? I was talking to her. [Pointing to the other clerk.]"
And, for the next two minutes, I let the poor bastard twist in the wind, each dig just a little deeper than the last.
Lifeguard: "Nah, don't worry about it. I'm just messing with you."
It was just about the best two minutes I have spent in the last few weeks.