(The following excerpt from a conversation took place in Japanese)
“You’re having fruit for dinner??”
“Yeah…I love fruit in the summer…”
“Do all black people like fruit?” she asked.
“Do, what? What kinda….? I don’t know. I guess so…I don’t know. Do all Yellow People like rice?”
“Yeah. Like yourself.”
She looked at her skin like it was first time she’d ever seen it and scratched her head.