I popped into a local BBQ joint this afternoon for a to-go pulled pork sandwich. As I was entering two men were leaving, both in business dress, and one called out to the woman behind the counter, “Now remember, he’s the Yankee!”, pointing at his companion. This woman was probably in her early 40’s and I remarked to her that I was surprised that the guy was a Yankee (being one myself) as he was in blue seersucker pants and a bow-tie like something out of Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. Well, she just holler’d out at me, “What? Was that seersucker?! What bit is seersucker? I keep reading in my books about seersucker and have no idea what they’re all talking about!” I told her she better run as he was about to get in the car and she tore around the counter like someone with her hair on fire.
When she returned, regrouped, and took my order, she was still very excited about her newfound understanding of male summer weight suiting and wanted to know my name and how I knew what seersucker was! My name is very Irish and she kept asking me to respell it and looked me straight in the eye and asked me if it was Hawaiian. Now, let me tell you that I am 100% Irish with fair skin, blue eyes, the whole bit, and could not possibly be mistaken for being Hawaiian in a million years.
The crazy thing is that this is not the first time someone has looked me straight in the eye and asked me if I was of an ethnicity that seemed totally improbable. Once I was even asked if I was Eskimo!
I just love the little things that happen unexpectedly! I got about a week’s worth of funny in 15 minutes today.