Possibly racist. Possibly a sudden attack of aphasia
A few months ago I went for an interview for a gardening job, working for an oldish lady with MS; on the phone she sounded kind of formidable and a bit mental in that way old people get when they've lived on their own for far too long, so I pretty much expected to meet Mrs Dubose. As it turned out, she'd lived on her own for far, far too long, was mad as a badger and told me her entire life story - in disjointed, non-chronological chunks - twice. Buried somewhere in the enthralling tale of a secretary from North Wales who had once moved from one small village to the next village over was the assertion that her daughter had married a gentleman of (possibly?) East Asian descent, or as my prospective employer referred to him, a "wily wacky Willy Wonka".

"I call him Ching-Chong Chow Mein," she explained, "because he's a [gesture beloved of small children and the elderly mad to denote the eyes of a Chinese person or possibly a cartoon cat]."

(I didn't get the job in the end because I couldn't be expected to do any heavy lifting on account of being a girl. Why she couldn't have mentioned this on the phone or when I first got there, rather than after two hours of creatively alliterative xenophobia,I have no idea.)
(Shinigami, Mon 31 Oct 2011, 13:35, Reply)