Who’s Prejudiced Now?
It turns out that the awful noise I heard was a dead transmission. The AAA guy towed it to our mechanic, who very wisely advised us to have it towed to the dealer for a few diagnostic tests. Needless to say, the Frumettes and I spent quite a lot of time at Mr. Nguyen’s garage yesterday afternoon.
As we drove away, I put down my window and yelled a valediction in Mr. Nguyen’s direction.
“They all look alike to me. How can you tell them apart, Mama?”
Um…what did she just say?
“No, really, Mama. They all look the same.”
“POPPYSEED PRINCESS FRUMMIE!” I exclaimed, “how could you say such a terrible thing? Would it be OK if someone looked at a bunch of Jews and said, ‘hey, I can’t tell them apart; all those Jews just look the same to me.’ Or what about if a black person looked at a bunch of white people and said, ‘you know, I can’t tell one from the other.’ Would that be OK?”
“Ma-MA, I mean because they are all wearing the same uniform.”
“Hey Poppyseed, any other reason that you think that they all look alike?”
A-ha. Here it comes…
“They’re all guys.”