Another good story from highschool.
Got invited to a party at a buddy's house. I knew he was a "mutt" but had no idea what type of blood was in him, other than that he was half-British. I had just stepped in (1st time there) and some Filipino middle-aged woman came over and stuck out her hand. If you are Honger-raised, you know that where we come from, Filipino = nanny. So I pick up my shoes and give them to her. Right then my buddy says "Hey dood, meet my mom." Turns out she was trying to shake my hand.