Mom: You should’ve seen this cute Chinaman that I saw the other day.
Daughter: Ma, you can’t say Chinaman. No one says that anymore.
Mom: What? Well, what am I supposed to say?
Daughter: I dunno. Asian.
Mom: GEISHAN? Oh, come on now.
Mom: Well, what’s wrong with Chinaman?
Daughter: It’s like Negro. No one says that anymore.
Mom: Since when don’t people say Negro?
Daughter: Oh, a long time, Ma.
Mom: Well, what am I supposed to call them, then?
Daughter: Black or African American, I think.
Mom: African American? They get TWO names?
Daughter: Yes, Ma.
Mom: Two names. What Am I then?
Daughter: You’re still white, Ma.
[Indian waiter delivers food and walks off]
Mom: Is he a Geishan? Because he looks black to me.
Daughter: Oh, dear lord.