I like Rap too.

So last night my mom and I went shopping. One of our destinations was Payless. We "Oooo'd" and "Awww'd" for quite some time and headed to the registers with our 5 pairs of awesomely adorable shoes (3 were mine-guilty!). We were in a goofy mood, and throwing out lame jokes. The cashier was nice and we joked with her, asking if she could give us the BOGO discount, even though it wasn't currently BOGO season. She said no, but agreed to give us the AAA discount because we were so awesome. I was rung up first, followed by my mama. We had each gotten the same pair of sandals, but I got blue and mom got black. When the cashier scanned the black pair and they came up $19.99, my mom said "Oh, but hers rang up $12.99...?" the woman said "Yes, but hers are the blue ones. The black ones are more expensive because they are more in demand" we were still giggly and goofy and so my mom blurts out "That's Racist!!" Mom, myself and the Hispanic cashier burst into laughter and I'm still laughing as I turn around and stare into..... the not so laughing faces of three African American ladies. They were standing there, hands on hips, lips pursed, and eyebrows raised. My smile disappeared and I searched their faces for any sign of building violence. I began to try to channel my 14 year old fighting, expelled from school, angry self- in case this was going to come to blows. I wished I had worn more protruding rings. I imagined myself pleading with them "But the black ones were MORE money! Everyone WANTS them!" I was slowly backing towards the door trying to pull mom with me. Then the freakin cashier asks for our mailing address to send coupons. Oh crap. Now they're gonna know where we live and come kill us. While mom prattles off our addy, I started dancing around trying to distract their attention. Trust me- me attempting any dance would distract even the most focused. The ladies seemed to not have moved at all. We finally left the store and I eyed the parking lot cautiously clutching my blackberry in case I needed to call 911. We were not followed and so far have not been murdered in our home. So I'm sure their reaction was probably all in my head. In fact, the women might actually have been mannequins....but you never know.

P.S. How do you know when you're in a recession? When you park next to a Jaguar in the Walmart Parking lot!