My friends and I were on a bike ride and stopped at a scenic
viewpoint. To our north, an older woman and six teenagers, all dressing in what
looked like fun run T-shirts, posed for pictures. When one of the girls
wandered close by I asked, “Hey, what race are you guys with?”
She looked at me funny and then said, “Bosnian.”
The rest of the weekend, my friends called me a “race-ist”.
