I reach for my head phones and mutter, under my breath...
"white people!" and remember a scene from the Woopie G movie "burglar" with Bob Goldthwait and I smile.
So coworker dude... "Look... you're a white people so stop with that comment!"
Me: "um... no. But thanks for sharing..."
Dude: "what? are you a native?"
Me: "look... you know how a child of a mixed marriage is called mulatto?"
Dude: "oh... yeah..." (starts to look a bit meek about calling me on this...)
Me: "Yeah, well my great grandfather was italian... so I'm a gelato."
White people... sheesh.
Oh please... no, I'm half irish and half hungarian...