Unfiltered Story #98706

During the summer I worked as a merchandise associate at Canada’s largest theme park. I worked with a very diverse group of people and as such we ask each other l where we are come from. I am white and rarely get this question but sometimes people ask me.

This is a conversation between myself and a coworker who recently moved here from Bangladesh.

Coworker #1: So where are you from?

Me: Oh well my family has been in Canada for like 100 years but we’re from Germany

Coworker #1: Oh, so why aren’t you in Germany now?

Me: Oh well…I’m Jewish

Coworker #1: So?

Me: Uh…we had to leave or be killed. (Coworker still confused) You know WW2…Hitler…You know the Holocaust?

Coworker #1: No…

Another coworker who was watching/listening to this pathetic conversation speaks whatever coworker #1’s first language is to explain what I’m talking about.

Coworker #1: Ohhhh….Hitler!

Me: (laughing) Okay, you really scared me there. I was like, who doesn’t know WW2?

Now I just say I’m from Canada!