In the late 1960s, I was in a cafeteria in Texas that specialized in Mexican food. A lady behind me in line asked me for my recommendations for food.
When I told her that I didn’t have any better ideas about the food than she did, she became irate. She said that she was proud of her heritage and I should be proud of mine. What do you suppose she was thinking?
Good thing she didn’t have a badge
You should have recommended the matzo ball soup.
-RichardH