Fear and loathing at the deli counter

Am I the only one who feels weird stating a preference for "white American" cheese at the deli counter?

I was standing in line, holding Samson [the only way to keep him from using his new found knowledge that there is a seemingly endless supply of numbered tickets in the "take a number" machine] and had to assert my choice of white over yellow American.

I know that neither of these should really even be considered cheese, but I'm not about to start putting Gouda on my burgers. So you can take that concern elsewhere.

Still it feels weird to be saying "I'll have the white American" out loud. Obviously, not as weird as it would be if I was picking teammates at the U.N.'s annual kickball tournament, but still.