This is converation gold right here.
(Imagine being in a very crowded elevator.)
Person I Know: “Hey, I haven’t seen you in a while. Didn’t you have a baby?”
Me (grinning): “Yes. I had a little girl.”
PIK: “Oh, that’s great! I love little girls. What’s her name?”
Me: “Destiny.” (Full disclosure–not her real name, but close enough to make the following point.)
PIK: “Oh, that’s nice. I like it when people choose those African names that don’t really sound like African names. You don’t want to name your child Sheenequa or anything like that. You know, that child one day has to try to get a job, and if she sends in a resume–”
(Elevator doors open on my floor.)
Me: “Ok, good seeing you again. Bye!”
I couldn’t make this up if I tried.