Today, trying to buy a big bottle of Cruzan rum for our beach trip.
Me: Do you have an unflavored rums? All I see are the blends.
Clerk (20-something lady): Sure, which one are you looking for?
Me: Specifically Cruzan if you have it. (NOTE: this is pronounced roughly as CROO-shen, as in “native of St. Croix” — also spelled Crucian)
Her: Which one?
Her: Oh, you mean KROO-zan. (*looking at me like I’m an idiot*)
Me, immediately transported back to being an elementary school nerd: (sigh) Yes.
I probably should have had fun with it, asking for El Jim-a-door tequila and some Skyyyyyy vodka. You have to trill the Y. It’s a San Francisco thing.