Like the other day...a man stopped in front my desk holding two picture books on the Iroquois and the Cherokee** and started in almost immediately.
Him: "Did you know that there are all kinds of Indian nations and that they were part of a larger nation?" Waves book.
Me: "Mmhmm." Nod.
Him: "They sometimes fought amongst themselves, you know. Lots of Indian wars." Opens book, gestures at page.
Me: "Uh-huh." Smile blandly and attempt to look through patron.
Him: "Even before the white man came."
Me: Think to myself, "Oh, Lord, here we go."
Him: "And then the white man came and tried to divide the Indians and then there were more wars and they put the Indians on reservations and gave them smallpox and then...then...Hey!"
Me: Squint quizzically. "Yes?"
Him: "Ever hear of the natives getting restless? The saying? The natives are getting restless..."
Him: "Well, you know, that's where it came from. You know from the Indians fighting the white man and stuff..."
Me: "Oh, yes. I'm familiar with the term. Happens around here quite frequently." Grin.
I don't think he got the joke.
*That is very much the wrong word. "Flavor" implies tasting which...Oh no. It's a concept so horrid I will most vigorously avoid it.
**the Native American obsessives are an entire subset unto themselves, by the way. "My great gramma was a full-blooded Cherokee!" they say...
Sigh. "Not another one." I think. Those Cherokee must have been busy.