This afternoon I had a meeting consisting of Miss M, her In Home Supportive Services Social Worker and myself. I introduced myself when I first walked in and we began the meeting. About halfway through the meeting the worker said, “I thought I was meeting with Miss R this afternoon.”
Me: You are, I am Miss R, the one you spoke to (and hung up on once, mind you) on the phone.
Social Worker: No you’re not, the woman I talked to is Mexican.
Me: No, no, she isn’t, I am Miss R and I am primarily German.
Miss M: You’re German?! No wonder I am scared of you! You people are craaazzaaayyyy! Continue reading “A Mexican, a German and a Jew all walk into a bar…”