I been asked if I was a Spaniard, and this by Cubanos.
Didn't mind that.
At a Safeway Pharmacy here, the pretty lady behind the counter kept looking at me and smiling and I remember thinking, "what' the opposite of pedophilia ? I hope this girl ain't it because I'm 50 years old and she's not 20".
Finally she sidles up to me and shyly asks, "are you an Indian" ?
I said, no, I'm not from India.
And she said, no, I mean, like, Commanche or Iroquois or something.
I was flattered, to say the least.
Hell, I'm a big American Indian fan, and to be mistaken for one?
Went home on cloud 9, I tells ya.
We lived in Niagara Falls for a while, and as I had no health insurance at that time I go to this clinic and get well attended and I was really impressed thinking I really will enjoy my stay here in Western New Yohk.
And then, the inevitable question.
Are you a member of the nation ?
Whoa, now, isn't that supposed to be "citizen" ?
not "member" ?
Until I found out the question really was if I was a member of the Seneca nation of Indians.
Once more, I tells ya, my man, I was absolutely flattered.
Proud to be mistaken to be one of a people with a proud history.
Exploited, victims of land-grabbing, but FIGHTERS, my man.
Be proud of who you are.
Get mad only if somebody asks if you're a martian !