College? Really?

We just got back from a great trip up to Provo for five days. What a fantastic trip! Thanks Chris and Heidi (and dad)! We had a fabulous time.

I would like to highlight just one part of this wonderful trip we took, because it still has me giggling.

My sister-in-law, Heidi, makes this fabulous bread and taught me all of her secrets while I was up at her house. This bread is so yummy, fast, and easy that we went to the store at 9:30 on a Saturday night so I could procure the rare ingredients that go into baking this delectable bread (and dinner rolls, cinnamon rolls, breadsticks,...).

While at Macey's picking up some of the ingredients, I was chatting with the young, male checker (is that the appropriate term?) while Heidi was shooting the breeze with the younger, male bagger(?)...all while the even younger male bagger from the next checkstand was doing a price check for us (he's on the high school track team and is apparently the fastest runner).
Keep in mind that Heidi and I are both happily married and these young men were all in the ballpark of about 16 years of age.

Here go the conversations(roughly):

Conversation 1:
Bagger: Who buys this much flour on a Saturday night?
Heidi: Oh, we need this to make bread.
Bagger: Who makes bread anymore? My grandma used to make bread.
Heidi: I love to make bread.
Bagger: Why are you buying applesauce? There's no applesauce in a bread recipe.
Heidi: There is in this bread recipe.

(How does this kid know what goes in a bread recipe?)

Conversation 2:
(This conversation took place while Heidi's phone was ringing because our husbands were ready to leave for their 10 o'clock movie)
Megan: We're only 2 minutes late and they're already calling us.
Checker: Who, your parents?
Megan: Our parents? No, our husbands. Why, do we look that young?
Checker: I thought you were in college.


Dear Young Man Checker,
Thanks for the vote of confidence. You made our day.

P.S. I graduated from college in 2000