Polish Sausage

I walked up to the counter and said, “Yeah, I’ll take a Polish sausage.”

The guy behind the counter squints at me and asks, “Are you Polish?”

I’m immediately offended.

“What kind of question is that? If I ordered a bratwurst, would you assume I’m German? If I asked for a Belgian waffle, would that make me Belgian? Dumplings — Chinese? What exactly made you think I was Polish?”

He leans in, lowers his voice, and says,

“Sir… this is a hardware store.”