“Chris, are you Greek?” Sheila asked.
“No, I’m black and Irish.”
There was silence in the room. Jermaine’s eyebrows raised above his glasses. Sheila said, “Chris, we know that. I meant, are you in a fraternity?”
I smiled, embarrassed, “No. No, I’m not.”
The whole room burst into laughter, myself included. Kim put a hand up and said, “Yeah, I knew there was some soul in there the minute he walked into the interview.”
Chris “C.T.” Terry, “the greek,” Story Week Reader (2011): pages 31-32.