My husband and I had the most amazing run in at the supermarket. It's almost Reddit fiction levels of perfect, but I swear to God, this happened.
We were loading up a shopping basket with what must have seemed like horrifying amounts of herbs and spices.
I brine my meats and make my own sauces, lay off me. Some young black guy with loose posture and extreme reefer eyes approached us saying "hey, I'm sorry to bother y'all" (this was the point I immediately prepared myself to briskly walk away from some kind of begging parasite) "but do you know where the corn starch is? My sister's pregnant and she gotta have her corn starch. She cravin' it." If I didn't busy myself talking, I was going to start laughing and would not have been able to stop, so I said "oh, does she get it damp and then dry it out on a tray to make it crunchy?" He seemed confused about the crunchy corn starch notion and said that she just eats it from a spoon. We were already in the baking aisle, so I helped him find the big containers of corn starch that were almost out and pushed way towards the back on the bottom shelf. He thanked me, I gave him kudos for doing something for his sister and he went to checkout.
My husband, who had been turned away from the interaction since that stranger had said "corn starch" finally turned to face me again with his face red from holding in his laughter, covered his mouth and cackled like a muffled maniac in a straightjacket.
So we've got
- white people with obscene amounts of "seasonings"
- black woman wants to eat corn starch
- in stead of taking natal vitamins
- her brother is getting it, not the baby daddy
- the brutha on the fetch quest was high as a kite
That interaction made my day.