In about 15 minutes I’m going to meet someone (from Toastmasters) for coffee who I haven’t met before (well, actually we did meet once, but she doesn’t remember). When she called this afternoon to confirm that we were still on for coffee, she said, “I’m Chinese, so I’ll be easy to spot.” I replied with, “Cool, I’m a short white chick.” We laughed.
She just called again a few minutes ago to say that a co-worker of hers, also a Toastmaster, asked to join us and she wanted to run it past me. I said, “That would be fine!” She said, “Great! So I’m Chinese, you’re a short white woman, and my friend is a tall black woman…” and I said, “All we need is a Mexican guy, and we’re covered!”
Well, it was funny on the phone. 
How have you amused yourself recently?
Jeez, this is really mundane, but since you asked…
I just spent the whole week at home between Christmas and New Year, just got back to Pittsburgh tonight.
What I imagined would be a really nice, laid-back no-travel holiday turned into something like chain-gang work. Almost no time for the family: run, run, run; 3 days on the “Honey-Do” list, this, that, the other, etc. So many people were riding my ass I felt like one of those horses in the rodeo.
Soooo, tonight, I get to Memphis from Florida, 35 minutes for my connection and I hump it from the B concourse to the A concourse for my regional jet. We wait an extra 20 minutes for the FO (First Officer/Co-pilot) who is late arriving due to weather. The flight attendant offers apologies for the slight delay. I like to have busted a gut laughing. AT that point, I would have welcomed a 2-day delay doing nothng but vegetating in a Memphis hotel! Some of the folk on the plane are getting antsy and worried, and I’m giggling like some psychotic.
Also, we had three pilots/co-pilots from other airlines on the RJ. We all waited for them to bring up our gate-checked carryons to the jetway. And MY bag had more pink-green-blue gate-check tags than any of theirs.
Like you sorta said, Misnomer, I guess you had to be there.