From: Fort Wayne IN USA
[Names have been changed to protect the guilty.]
A couple of years after I graduated from high school, I was home from college for Christmas break and I was hanging out with some of the guys from my old gaming group who were a couple of grades behind me. Since my previous visit they had started gaming with a 9th-grader named Troy, who frankly wasn't too bright, at least by the standards of our group. He was forever doing stupid things in RPGs that frequently got himself (and occasionally others) killed or in hot water, and he was frequently treated as the comic relief.
One night one of my friends drove around picking up people to take over to his house for a gaming session, and Troy was the last one picked up. On the way back to our host's we got into a discussion about the merits of two different high schools; Northrop, which Troy attended, and Snider, which the other three attended, and from which I'd graduated. Troy opined that Northrop must certainly be better than Snider. This was roundly rejected by the other three, and then just as we were pulling into our host's driveway, I said, "Well, as the only person here who went to both Northrop and Snider, I can say that I definitely preferred Snider.
As we were getting out of the car, Troy said, "Well, I guess we do have some really bad teachers. Like there's Mrs. Davis, my English teacher. She's really fat and ugly and nobody likes her, and she has this really dumb haircut, and she . . ." I can't remember the rest because at that point the other guys and I were laughing too hard. Mrs. Davis is my mother.
The laughter and Troy's babbling about my mother continued for a moment, and then he said, "Then there's her husband, Mr. Davis. He teaches shop . . ." At this point two guys were on the ground, in the snow, and the other guy and I were hanging onto the side of the car, because we were laughing so hard that we literally couldn't stand up.
Finally the guy next to me managed to stop laughing long enough to interrupt Troy, and to ask him if he knew what my last name was. "No." After his colossal faux pas was explained to him, instead of reacting with the mortification that 99.9% of people would experience, he just kind of shrugged.
"I know Japanese. He is very bad. And tricky. But we Americans too smart. We catch him and give him hell."
--Benny Sablan, crewman, USS Enterprise 12/7/41