So I was at the drugstore with my hair in a bun buying blister band-aids, athletic tape, and toe pads.
Cashier: Are you a ballet dancer?
Me: No, why do you ask?
Cashier: Oh . . . well I just thought because you had . . .
Me: These shoes are just way less comfortable than they look. (I’m wearing fuzzy boots.)
Cashier: Really? That’s funny because–wait you’re smiling. Does that mean that was sarcasm?
Me: (*Nodding*) No.
In my defense, the store was empty and this led to a multi-minute conversation with the cashier about her niece who does dance competitions, so its not like I was just mercilessly trolling busy employees . . .