When I was dating a nice white boy in high school in small town USA (very very small town), I will never forget my first hint that maybe his parents weren't prepared to deal with a foreign sort, even just a foreign-looking sort. Either that, or his dad had a sense of humor I failed to appreciate...
We'd just finished a good deep-fried supper of Texas-style food and there was an awkward silence at the table. His father broke the silence by saying, "I'd offer you a cookie, but you'd crumble it up trying to find the fortune."
There really is nothing like the tension in the air caused by an attempt at being funny and failing.
So, in a clumsy segue, I did find the perfect writing job. I hope it's not too stereotypical.