Me:We should have car-pooled into the city together.
Her:(laughs) But I meant...I thought you were an immigrant.
She waits for me to define myself for her. Anyone who is not Native American is an immigrant. But that's not what she means. She wants the name of a country, a box to put me into. I say, "No," and she frowns at my not giving her the critical information. I walk away. She doesn't want to interact with me until she can categorize me. I wonder how many strangers have ever walked up to her and demanded a country in the first minute of the conversation. I want to scream, sorry to disappoint you, but I am not your ambassador to The Exotic! I am a Muslim-American woman who wears a headscarf, we are volunteering for a community service project. Made me feel small, annoyed.