The Mrs. and the Country Store

It's been awhile since we've posted about dinner conversations.  Be forewarned, I may be rusty.  We'll see ... 

The Preface:  The ward in which we live has unwittingly asked the Mr. and I to be Activities Directors.  We've been heading Activities for sometime.  This Saturday is Pioneer Day.  For the activity, we're planing to play some games.  One of the games is a gunnysack race.  For the game, we decided to buy burlap sacks.  So, I went to a country store or farm store.  (The following conversation took place between myself and the store clerk - I'm sure she'd be called ... farm store technician? or FST):

Me:  "Do you have burlap sacks?"

FST:  "Yes, they're 99 cents a sack.  How many do you want?"

Me:  "8."

FST, smiling:  "Okay, you probably don't want anything else, right?"

Me:  "Probably not."

So tonight at dinner, as we're sharing the events of our day, I verbally question my diffidence in patronizing country/farm stores.  I feel like I stick out like a sore thumb.  Today felt even more awkward - I confess, the awkwardness could stem from my inability to figure out where I was supposed to park.  [There were no marked stalls, there were no other cars and there was a sign saying, "please reverse into the loading dock".  What?!  So I drove in and out of the parking lot until I noticed where the cars were (in the back, behind the fence where from the street, the only visible vehicles were tractors ... Tramatic.  Even more, when I entered the store, I noticed all the FST's had a clear view of my blunder (the check out counter is right next to a large panel of windows).  Oh well.] 

Dinner conversation:  

Me:  "Do I look like I wouldn't belong in a place like that?"

Mr.  "I don't know."

B:  "You know, Mom, maybe it's because you're brown."

I can't relay the rest of the conversation because I was laughing so hard ...

Here's a picture from this evening. Do we really look like we don't belong there?

     (So you know, we realize skin color wasn't a factor ... The next subject of conversation explained the preceding, but wasn't as entertaining, so I left it out of the post.)