Ethnically-- Wait, no... Racial Ambiguity

I had a pretty good past few days leading up to tonight.  Then this night decided to get crappy real fast.

A little background first:  I am fully Chinese.  I am fully Cantonese, too.

I've grown to accept the fact that when I meet new people, a good number of them will be thinking in the back of their minds, "What ethnicity is this guy?" and "What's the least offensive way that I can ask this?"  I'm used to questions like "Are you Filipino?  Vietnamese?  Indian??"  (Thank you, Matt's sister and Ryan's mom for that last one.)  I'm used to people making cracks about it like the time Jim tried to describe how some people in northern provinces of India looked (more Chinese than Indian) and how they, well.. "look like Yeeland."

But tonight was ridiculous.

I was heading home after watching a movie with Nick, Ellen, and Janice at Janice's house.  Coasting down the slope of a hill on 360, my RSX hummed quietly to me in 6th without the slightest hint of any potential problems on that very dark, yet very peaceful drive home with no one else on the road.

That is.. until my headlights swept across the seal of a camped Travis County Sheriff's Department cruiser.  Next thing I know I'm cited for going 72 in a 60.

72 pretty much sounds like 60 in 6th.  I was going downhill, too.  But... maybe I'm just not listening to her well enough.
 

After I got back to my apartment complex, I was ready to pull into the car port that has been assigned to me, care of a few extra dollars every month for rent.  And then I found a Red Ford Focus parked in my spot.

I retreated back to my 3rd floor apartment, too annoyed and too fatigued to put forth the effort of leaving a kind note that would normally inform the driver of said Ford Focus about the parking situation.

Plopping down on my couch, I studied the wonderful documents the officer gave me to show what I needed to do and by when.

And as I looked through all the boxes with all my personal information, I noticed something ridiculous.  In the "Race" box, the officer had indicated that I'm white.  (Or I assume that the "W" can only be white.)

What the heck?