A Weekend at Blue Mountain

So, I was at Blue Mountain this weekend, just enjoying my skiing, enraptured by the awesome Georgian Bay that I will take a picture of someday but have not yet at this point due to my camera-less existence. [/run-on sentence] ANYWAY, I was on a lift, talking to two girls, who, at first seemed kind of nice. Then the conversation started to go like this:

Me: ...and thus the secondary coefficient of the square root of the hypotenuse is tangent to the reciprocal of the vector. (obviously that isn't actually what I said, I just can't remember what I actually did though.)

Girl 1: Woah, do you have an accent?

Now, if I may digress quickly, that is the dumbest question I have ever heard. And I hear it surprisingly often. Just because you haven't left your white suburban Canada bubble doesn't mean you shouldn't have the sense to realize "Hey, I guess I must have an accent too...". But anyways:

Me: Yup, I've lived all over the place so I guess I do.

Girl 2: Where have you lived?

Me: England, Belgium, USA, South Africa, Can-

Girl 1: WTFZOMGBBQRTFMORLY SOUTH AFRICA!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Me: Yes, that is what I said....

Girl 1: But...but...you're not black.

Me: Why should I be?

Girl 1: Because you're from Africa

Me: *headrestrainingbar*

Girl 2: *sigh*, like oh emm gee Girl 1? Are you, like, totally, like, that, like, dumb?

Me: *Thank god, she knows not all South Africans are black*

Girl 2: South Africa isn't, like, even in, like, Africa.

Me: *loses faith in humanity*

Luckily, I never saw these two characters again, but if they happen to be reading this, please never reproduce, thereby never handing down your genes to another generation. That is all.

~Setsanto