Heinz 57: It Ain't Just Ketchup

I'm making jokes about my out of control eyebrows. "I'll be in here all the time! Get used to me!" And my immoral lifestyle.

"Oh, I have a client whose father is Indian and her mother is from New York," O2 says. "She has it worse than you."

Hmmm. Is New Yorker an ethnicity I didn't know about? Renowed for their dark, thick hair?

"Oh, well, I'm half Mexican and one quarter Italian," I reply, going for ultimate shock value.

O2 purses her lips and says, "What's the other quarter?"

"Ahhh I don't know, some English, some French, maybe some Irish. I'm a mutt!" I finish gleefully.

O2's eyes widen. "You're a…what do they call it?"

"Heinz 57," I say.

"You said it, I didn't," she says hurriedly.