On my way home from work, I stepped into the elevator and there was an older gentleman already inside. Without making any other small talk he turned to me and asked me where I was from. I told him I was from Maryland. He kind of smiled and looked at me again and said, “No, I mean, where are you FROM?” As if I was supposed to know what he meant by emphasizing the last word. I told him, “Well, my mom’s from Japan...” And he responded with, “Okay, now that’s what I meant.”