Mistaken Identities

My colleague next to me is named Daniella. He's nice guy with an interesting accent. I thought that he was French.

Earlier this week, I went to lunch at an Italian restaurant with two other guys. James is from Texas and Jean-Claude is Italian (which is why we went to this place, he knows all the people that work there). I saw Daniella and some of his friends at the next table and said that must be the French table. To which Jean-Claude asked why and I told him that I thought Daniella was French. He said, "No he's Italian like me." I apologized and then Jean-Claude said,"I don't know why, but lots of people think I'm French. Even in Italy, when I went to vote, the guy at the polls asked if I was French." I personally think that Jean-Claude sounds like a French name, but he does speak Italian, soo...?

To which James said to me, "Well, you're Canandian aren't you?" I explained that, no, I'm American. He thought I was Canandian because he said I have Peter Bowmar hair. (For those of you who don't know Peter, he has curly hair like me).

At least no one mistook the Texan for anything else. The saying I've heard is that you should never ask a man if he's from Texas. If he is, he'll tell you soon enough, and if he's not, there's no sense in embarrassing him.

Dave