A family was standing near my register and the small child began wandering towards the door. His father (presumably) yelled out to him " Don't go near the door! There are cars out there! You get hit, you die!"
I chuckled at his warning, only because it was so direct and intense. Although evidently the boy didn't recognize the severity of the situation and had to be warned again. "You get hit, you die!" When they actually were ready to be rung up, the father asked me how I was doing. I said "Ok."
"Ok. That's it?"
I looked at him and deadpanned "I'm thrilled to be here."
"Thrilled? Why? Is your boyfriend Chinese?"
I burst out laughing and assumed this gentleman was a Chinaman.
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