Yesterday, I took a break from sewing, and went to see what sort of lace trims I could find at Wal-Mart (out here in the sticks, anything else is 40 mins away). On the way home, I stopped at WaWa for a hoagie. When I got in line to pay, I overheard the cashier saying "I really couldn't care less about the 4th of July!" I guess the WTF??? look prompted additional explanation.
Her: Well, I mean I like the BBQs and fireworks and all, but what are we supposed to be celebrating, anyway?
Me: Blank look.
Her: What is it, America's birthday or something?
Me: Uh-huh.
Her: Well, how old is America, anyway?
Me: 230 years.
Her: Yeah, really? But when are you counting from? I mean, how do you know that?
Me: Um, from the signing of the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776.
Her: Oh, yeah. I think I remember something about that.
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Oh wow. That's kind of sad. The Fourth of July has always been important to my family.
Maybe she was in the bathroom touching up her lip gloss during Social Studies that week...
I honestly don't know what to say to that. That's right up there with the Star Wars Mexican comment at work the other day.
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