Beth Answered The Meme...

...and now I have material, so I don't have to post for the next two days. Thank you Ms. Coffey ; )

P.S. Warning to all of you R.E.M. fans, don't read this unless you want to gnash your teeth and pull your hair out.

Sigh. No, This Time I Mean It...

[Ante Scriptum...

Folks have been giving me credit for this meme (yes, I realize, not on purpose) and that would be nice, except that Dead Spot is the proper author.]

I said in the post below, that I'm done with posting for the next three days. Well, I should've just gone to bed and instead? I got tagged. Dead Spot caught me unawares and said...

"For this meme, I'm going to ask you to answer three (hopefully not dumb) questions: What is the dumbest question you ever been asked? Why was it it dumb? And, even though it won't help, because answering a dumb question never does, what's the answer? (Or, as I like to think of them: The Big Dumb Question, The Big Dumb Reason, and The Big Dumb Answer.)"

I'm going with one that's easy than the paragraph that was here a second ago, because I'm ready to do my impression of Rip Van Winkle.

If you read this, you would remember this passage in which I said...

Of the fifty states in America, the only one where I wouldn't stick out is Hawaii.

It's 1989 and I'm stuck in a check stand, in a Safeway (that's a supermarket chain), in a nasty little suburb east of San Francisco...hell, I'll just crib it off myself here...

I am a person of color, many colors actually and I'm not saying which, at this time. If you saw me, you wouldn't get half of my racial makeup correct and if someone comes off at me, a little narrow-minded, I will make it a point not to tell them just what those races are. The worst example of this was back in '89 when I was a checker at Safeway and a woman asked me, "what are you?"

Me: I'm a human being.
Odd Woman: I know that, what are you?
Me: I'm an American. (to the Head Checker) I'm going on break.
Odd Woman: No, where were you born?
Me: San Francisco.
Odd Woman: No, where were your parents born?
Me: In America.

The Odd Woman followed me back to just short of the break room and I didn't say another word to her. It seems insensitive now, but you have to realize that she wasn't gonna be happy until she put me into a category. I don't fall into a category, not for the census and not for her with that tone.

So let's recap...

"The Big Dumb Question" is "what are you?"

"The Big Dumb Reason" is I don't want to be defined by a category, when people find it necessary to put me in a category, in order to accept me.

"The Big Dumb Answer" is....



...it's not up there, is it?


Do you really want to know?


I'm mean, I don't know if you can handle this.


Naw, I don't think you can.


Let me say this then: Chow mein, pineapple, ribs, matzo balls, and sauerkraut.


That's right, I'm indigestion.

Clarifications will not be forthcoming, though you don't have to be D'onofrio on "L&O Criminal Intent," to figure this out.

Who am I tagging? Well, the best online friend in the world always goes first...Katie and Dead Spot already got Becka, so I guess this "tagged for life" thing really isn't working out for us, "Legs." The JDC so he can have a welcome diversion to the epic tome that he's putting together and last but not least, that hot cup of Coffey, that is Beth.

P.S. Here is the JDC's response.
P.P.S. Here is Katie's response.