Activities Coordinator, over at Life On The Planet , has politely prompted me to respond to her post Seven Random Things . As I told her, I’m very good at avoiding things I really should be doing other than blogging, so here it goes!
Seven Random Things About Me
1. About four years ago I had some minor surgery that required a general anesthetic. When I finally came back to awareness, the first thing I remember saying to my husband was “Whoa, that doctor’s suit was really shiny.”
2. It took me 19 years to realise that I don’t like pepperoni pizza. Up until that point I always ordered pepperoni pizza and took off the pepperoni. I finally saw the light and discovered cheese pizza
3. I totally love the Signing Time DVDs. I check them out at the library for the kids but, really, they’re for me
4. Jif is my favourite brand of peanut butter, but I have given it up due to the hydrogenated oils.
5. I can read Korean fluently but don’t understand what I’m reading most of the time.
6. I have a stationery obsession. Back to school sales really get me going
7. I have never been skiing, though I lived an hour from world-class skiing for several years.
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Last night I was out at Walgreens, taking advantage of the $5 off $20 purchase coupon, which was good yesterday only.
I was standing in front of the pantyhose, trying to figure out which ones to buy. We have the company Christmas party tomorrow night. I guess I’ll have to shave my legs too.
I was standing in front of the pantyhose and this man walks up and starts staring at the pantyhose. I’m not really paying attention to him because it’s not really the kind of place to endear random conversation. Kind of like you never start a conversation with someone standing in the feminine hygiene section.
Suddenly he look as me as asks “Can you please help me out here?” And of course I said I’d help. I asked what colour she needed (I was assuming he was buying them for his girlfriend or something.) He said she wanted skin colour.
Now, this is where I was reminded that we are a multicultural society and not all skin colour is the same. You see, he was black. So, in the space of a second all kind of thoughts were running through my mind. Do I ask if she’s black? Do I say black or African-American? Who am I to assume that his girlfriend is black too? She could be Hispanic, or Asian, or from North Africa, or just plain white. Handsome and I are a bi-cultural marriage, we just happen to be the same skin colour.
“Who’s skin colour?” This is what I finally came up with. A bit lame, but I was trying not to offend. He looked at me a bit puzzled and then the light came on and he said, while pointing to me, “Oh, she’s white.”
Of course my next question was what size does she wear and he responded that she was tall and skinny, which made me chuckle.
Okay, that rules out control top.
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