blackandwhiteWhen we were walking around downtown the other day we saw an interracial couple walking in front of us–black woman, white man. This is the conversation that ensued.

My husband: Look at that. There’s more of that around here these days. That’s good.
Me: I guess we were forerunners for the area.
My husband: Yeah. It’s not like the old days when people in trucks would yell at us while we walked down Bay Shore.
Me: Or the treatment we would get from people in Save A’Lot.
My husband: Yeah.
Me: But I guess we deserved it for being someplace like Save A’Lot.

Note: My husband would have a problem with the first part of this post because he no longer refers to people as black or white. He’s having some sort of issue.

Do You Have Any Change?

This conversation happened at check out in the store last night.

My Husband: (Taking the money out of his wallet to pay the cashier) Do you have any change?

Me: Yeah. I think I have a quarter, but I don’t have it with me.

The Cashier: (Laughing)

Fashion Party

Today I overheard a converstation that went something like this.

Woman 1: I’ve nearly finished planning Alexandra’s 7th birthday party.

Woman 2: What have you decided to do?

Woman 1: We’re going to have a fashion party. The girls will try on designer clothes and have their hair and make-up done. The make-up will be age appropriate of course.

Woman 2: Well of course.

I’ll let the designer clothes thing slide, but I want to know what age appropriate make-up for a 7 year old looks like. Maybe it’s face paint, but somehow I doubt it.