Last night I was out at Walgreens, taking advantage of the $5 off $20 purchase coupon, which was good yesterday only.
I was standing in front of the pantyhose, trying to figure out which ones to buy. We have the company Christmas party tomorrow night. I guess I’ll have to shave my legs too.
I was standing in front of the pantyhose and this man walks up and starts staring at the pantyhose. I’m not really paying attention to him because it’s not really the kind of place to endear random conversation. Kind of like you never start a conversation with someone standing in the feminine hygiene section.
Suddenly he look as me as asks “Can you please help me out here?” And of course I said I’d help. I asked what colour she needed (I was assuming he was buying them for his girlfriend or something.) He said she wanted skin colour.
Now, this is where I was reminded that we are a multicultural society and not all skin colour is the same. You see, he was black. So, in the space of a second all kind of thoughts were running through my mind. Do I ask if she’s black? Do I say black or African-American? Who am I to assume that his girlfriend is black too? She could be Hispanic, or Asian, or from North Africa, or just plain white. Handsome and I are a bi-cultural marriage, we just happen to be the same skin colour.
“Who’s skin colour?” This is what I finally came up with. A bit lame, but I was trying not to offend. He looked at me a bit puzzled and then the light came on and he said, while pointing to me, “Oh, she’s white.”
Of course my next question was what size does she wear and he responded that she was tall and skinny, which made me chuckle.
Okay, that rules out control top.