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That's always fun. I had my friend ask me if I was naturally blond, no matter that my eyebrows/lashes are very dark and my roots were very obviously growing in.

Were you on a bus?

Tonight my mother announced that she's pagan.

...so what?

Is that the opposite of freegan?

Oh geez. It's odd when my conservative mother announces that she's a pagan. Not that being a pagan is odd.

This happened back in April, but I was buying lunch at Whole Foods and grabbed a chocolate bunny for my husband because his birthday was on Easter this year and the man behind me in line asked me if I was going to eat the bunny for lunch.

a girl told me she thought all people with dreadlocks smoked a lot of pot....i just stared at her and let her look stupid.

I was with the BF walking down 6th street (in SF...) We were looking at an awesome warehouse on Folsom and 7th, and decided to walk to Millennium afterward - ended up walking down crack-contaminated, but extra colorful 6th. Anyway, someone shouted at us "Those look like a couple of nickel and dime hoes... Male and female!"
I don't know if they thought we were from the east bay (ya know... 510?), or if we were just some super cheap prostitutes, but it was nevertheless strange.

When I finally got a hold of support to fix my remote connection to work they couldn't get the application to work right. Their solution?

"Well, if we can't get the program to re-install right we're going to need to re-install Windows"
What???? Nice way of saying you don't know what you're doing.

Sounds like my mom. She's convinced only women are veg*n.

Mr. Lincoln?

Now I'm imagining that they were saying this to the little bears in your avatar, and it is cracking me up, big time!

A few weeks ago I was wearing an Old Navy track jacket, from their yoga line i think, and it has a silvery embroidered lotus type flower on the back.

A coworker, who isn't to bright, asked if it was a pot leaf. Here is how our convo went

Her: Liz, is that a pot leaf on your shirt?
Me: Ummm no, it doesn't look anything like a pot leaf
Her: Yeah it kinda does, it has a bunch of leaves.
Me: Seriously, it doesn't
Her: But don't you smoke weed?
Me: No, not at all
Her: But isn't that a veganish thing to do?
Me: {laughing} no, not all vegans are pot smoking hippies

bahahaha...what an, um, original way to try and pry into your life and be a jerk!

"Throwing bread at the gimp is fun." -- my drummer

... a toothless guy told me I should be a model when I got off the train the other day. I thought he was going to try to bum a cigarette, but he just wanted to be a gneeral weirdo.

I had a similar experience, over the summer a coworker left a grocery bag full of fresh zucchini on my chair. As I was moving the bag out of my way my boss came in and said "Is that your lunch?" Realizing it was ridiculous we both burst out laughing! I still chuckle when I think about it!

A Greek grandma on the bus recently told me that I should buy a Toyota to drive my kid around in. She was insistent about it. She told me a Toyota is a good car, and that they're really cheap now.

We hadn't been talking already or anything, she opened with this.

"Somebody once told me, 'if you know someone's last name, you must really love them!"

Odd, but I kind of like it.

Not really odd I guess, but I was amused and saddened nonetheless. Didn't get carded at the store, so I pointed to the "We card under 40" sign and asked jokingly, "Do I ... Do I look over 40?"

"YES!"

She was strangely enthusiastic in her reply, too.

Nope, that wouldn't have been so strange! I was being patted down by someone at Wembley Stadium. It was very odd & as soon as she said it she looked super embarrassed - awkward!

Ok- I live in Berkeley, and it holds true to some stereotypes, so I have a lot of entertaining interactions in my daily life. Plus I work with 4th-7th grade music students a lot, and those kids do really say the darndest things.

But anyway, a week or two ago, I took the bus to a concert, waiting for my friends to get on a few stops later, and this guy sits next to me and starts with "Damn, you sexy!". I declined giving him my number, but he kept awkwardly talking for the whole brief ride. Highlights: "What ethnicity are you? are you german?" and him asking to roll and smoke a blunt with me, me declining, and him taking from his pocket blunt wrappers and putting them in my lap. And when he got off "So, when are we having lunch next week?" (I blogged a longer version).

This was said to the husband, not me, about a year ago at his job:

Co-Worker: So you don't eat meat?
Chaz: No
C-W: Or eggs? Or milk?
C: No
C-W: And you don't smoke cigarettes?
C: No
C-W: And you don't drink either?
C: No
C-W: *puzzled look* Well what do you do for fun then?

I wasn't aware that you couldn't have fun without eating meat, smokin some Camels and downing it all with whiskey.

Don't drink, Don't smoke
What do you do?
Don't drink, Don't smoke
What do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow
There must be something inside

"Can you eat cornstarch?"
"... can you eat peanut butter?"