What are you?

I am often asked the question "what are you?" I have joked with many of my friends and family about the myriad of stories I have to go along with that question. I found this incident particularly entertaining:

Setting: Eating macaroni and cheese outside of the craft services trailer on the Brothers & Sisters set.

Random Guy: You look Italian, what kind of cheese is this?

Me: (giving the look of Seriously!?) I don't know (shake head a bit).

Random Guy: Aren't you Italian?

Me: No. (and say I am, do you think I would then automatically know how to discern all types of cheese?)

Random Guy: Oh, you're Russian.

Me: No.

Random Guy: (steps akwardly close into my zone) Well...Well...(With annoying over the top The Fonz hand gestures)

Me: What? (you haven't asked a question)

Random Guy: Let's talk about your background.

Me: (here's a thought, how about you are weirding me out, yet I respond then briskly walk away) Native American and Spanish.

-----Later that Day------

Random Guy approaches me and shows me one of his comic books with a Native American character, apparently he feels I should play her in a feature film. Okay Random, I am right on that.