"What's this?" says the snippy new checkout person at the market. She says it because there is no identifying sticker on this particular piece of produce.
"It's an acorn squash."
"No it's not."
"Yes, it is," I say.
"Acorn squash is orange. This isn't an acorn squash."
"Yes, it is," I repeat. I'm fully prepared to say it again, if she likes. In fact, I'm prepared to say it several times.
"Acorn. Squash. Is. Orange," she says.
I'm officially enraged, but never mind. I say, "Well, acorn squash is orange inside, but it's green outside. This is an acorn squash."
She holds up the acorn squash and turns around to face the other checkout people. "Hey!" she yells. "What is this?" They just stare at her. "This!" she says. She shakes the acorn squash. "Right here! What is THIS?"
Nobody answers her. So I do. I say, "It's an acorn squash."
"I'll go see," she says.
"Hokay, you go see."
When she returns, she says, "It's an acorn squash."
I say, "Yes, it is."