I have been asked some astoundingly stupid questions in my short lifetime, and as bad of a mood that I'm in at the moment, I need to reflect on some in the hopes that it will cheer me up and stop me from fantasizing about punching the school psychologist in the face.
"Are you a boy or a girl?" asked of me by a boy who's doubtlessly burdoned with the challenging task of collecting shopping carts from parking lots at this very moment. I had shoulder length hair at the time AND I WAS WEARING A SWIMSUIT. Needless to say, it led to my first attempt to cross-dress and see if I could avoid being sexually harassed by sexually repressed men. Knowing my luck, I would have been hassled by a gay pedophile if I'd been successful.
"Do you celebrate Thanksgiving where you come from?" I've been asked this more than once. Yes, we always celebrate the significant historical events of other countries.
Of course, there are these classics.
Doubtlessly, I'll be able to expand upon this topic as life continues to trundle on.