In search of bowls, the kiddo and I headed off to Bed, Bath, and Beyond. [Which, as a side-note does anyone sell a set of bowls these days? They seem to only come huge head-sized individual bowls, or as part of an ensemble set with plates, tea cups, and the like.]
After we finished up we headed next door to PetSmart to check out the puppies, parrots, hamsters, and other fun animals on display. Waleed loved blowing kisses to the fish, waving to the dogs in ‘doggy day camp’ and seeing live the creatures he reads about every day. After a bit we saw some sales people in the distance and a small group of people around them, so we walked over to find a thin black snake sliding around an employees shoulders and arms while the other cleaned out his cage. T’was then the parent next to me decided to strike up conversation. I’ll call him Bob.
Bob: Your boy likes the snakes?
Me: Yes, he loves all animals.
Bob: How many do you have?
Bob: No, snakes.
Me: Snakes? How many snakes do I have?
Bob: Waiting expectantly.
Me: None. I have no snakes.
Bob: Wait. Where are you from? Originally?
Me: Sigh. My parents are from Pakistan.
Bob: Ohhh okay, never mind then. I thought you were from India. They love snakes there you see. They like charming snakes, play flutes to them. That’s why I thought I’d ask. I’m from Brazil. We have lots of snakes but we don’t like them the way Indians do.
Though its been a while, I’ve had enough conversations like this, to not be surprised at the ability of people to assume, and yet, well, color me confused. Wait, what’s that? Why yes, I am laughing to keep from crying.