Today a man approached me and said, "I'm supposed to see someone named Chiquita."
He did not have a pleasant persona and I immediately disliked his demeanor. I asked, "How do you know I'm not Chiquita?"
He replied, disdainfully, "You look like a Lisa."
Like a Lisa? How absurd is that?
Naturally (well, "naturally" for ME), I began singing I'm Not Lisa. Listen to Jessi Colter's version:
The man was obviously not amused and I directed him to Chiquita's office. He asked, "Do you think she'll sing to me too?" I answered, "I'm sure she knows all the words to her namesake song!"
Later, I mentioned the conversation to my brother and he asked, "How many times have you heard people say that someone doesn't look like a doctor, or a lawyer, or a cop, for example?" I laughed and said, "I am guilty of that! I actually said that someone looked like a cop!" But, naturally, (and again, it's "naturally" for me!) I knew that I was being absurdly stereotypical to say something like that!