Last night on the Red Line I was sitting next to two black girls - let's call them "Fat" and "Thin." Some guy sits down, looks at both of them, then turns to Fat and says, "Your daughter looks just like you." Eventually, Thin responded with, "We're both 17."
I'm actually not sure who should be more offended in this situation. Fat, who looks old enough to be the mother of her 17 year old friend; or Thin, who looks like Fat. Life presents us with tricky questions sometimes.
On a side note, it turned out that Fat did have a 6 month old daughter. So, I guess the guy at least picked out which one had a kid. That's close, right?