Accidentally Racist

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We were eating lunch at the mall foodcourt last weekend when – in the middle of mowing down a Grand Escape from Steak Escape – I decided I probably owed it to Beckett to provide him something to drink despite the fact that it was his own fault he was thirsty from eating all my salty homestyle fries. So, I went over to Arby’s to get him something and the following exchange between myself and the cashier went down:

Cashier: Can I help you?

Me: Yes, I’ll just have a kid’s milk.

Cashier: What kind?

Me: A white one.

Cashier: (Long awkward pause) You want a white kids meal?!

Me: Ohhhhhhh. No. I said milk, not meal.

Cashier: Ok. We have that.

Me: Sorry about that.

Cashier: 79 cents please.