On Friday, Steph and I were out at our local supermarket picking up groceries for Alli & Todd's baby shower the following night. When I approached the cashier, the following exchange occurred:

Me: "I have 24 ears of corn here."
Cashier (in a very Southern accent): "What do you need 24 ears of corn for?"
Me: "I'm having a party."
Cashier: "What kind of party? A corn party?!"

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.