Please excuse any typos... my right hand is quite sore from writing out my novel long hand.
So the other day, we stopped by the store to pick up a few necessities. We had the whole family and I think there were fewer items on the grocery list than there were people in our vehicle, so J decided to go it alone.
One of the items on our list was milk. We drink 'natural milk' from Sheeder's Farms.
So J, still in the Uniform, goes into the store and proceeds to gather his family's necessities. He heads for the dairy Aisle and grabs one of the lovely glass bottles of milk and places it in his cart.
A heavy set woman of presumably African American descent then approaches him and inquires..
"Are you Amish?"
"Oh.. I was just wondering if that was goat's milk or something.."
"Well, why's it in that glass bottle?"
"Uh, I don't know. It's just good milk and it's from a local dairy. We like it."
"Oh.. I see.... So are you a rabbi?"
*stifling a chuckle* "Nope."
"Really?.. Are you Middle Eastern??"
"Hm.. are you sure? Are you lying to me?"
*laughs a little* "I'm trying not to."
"What do you mean, you're 'trying not to'?"
"Well, you see, I could just go with it and tell you that I am one of those identities you've mentioned. But then I would be lying.. that would be funny. But I prefer to be honest."
"Hm. So, if you don't mind me asking.. what nationality are you?"
"Well, ma'am.. I'm a Christian man who decided to grow out his beard and start dressing nice for work. I'm American. But my family has some French and Spanish.. among other Europeans. I'm also part Mexican."
"I see. Well... I don't believe you."