A "Typical" Mormon
A conversation struck up in the elevator in Daniels Hall:
Him: [a resident with an indeterminate Eastern European accent] What are you studying?
Me: Library science. What are you studying?
Him: Accounting.
Me: Oh, you must be good with numbers.
Him: Where are you from?
Me: I’m from the West. From Utah. [“Will he even have heard of my state?”]
Him: [with typical Slavic directness] Are you Mormon?
Me: [laughs] Yes. Most of us are.
Him: You don’t look like typical Mormon, with typical – [he makes a gesture which can only signify large bangs] – hair.
Me: [laughing as we exit]
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How on earth does he know that Mormon girls have big hair!? I don’t contest the stereotype for a second, but of all the things to know about us! . . . it’s like never having heard of Joseph Smith, but knowing all about carrots in Jell-O . . .
2 Comments:
Maybe someone else told him about it. Or he only met one and therefore he thinks he knows everything about the situation. That never happens, now, does it?
Haha--Katya, I'm very glad you're still writing somewhere...and that you don't suffer from a case of Utah hair. Best of luck with everything :)
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