For some reason I cannot pinpoint, I'm constantly being mistaken for Spanish, Portuguese, even Brazilian. The other day, the guess was Italian. If I could figure out what I'm doing, I'd bottle it and sell it to those American tourists desperately trying to hide their Americanness, lest that anyone associate them with their loud talking, French bashing, ill-mannered, and underdressed countrymen.
When I told the gentleman that I was American, his next question was, "From which city? New York or Los Angeles?" Too bad for the approximately 275 million other residents of the U.S. who, for this Frenchman, apparently do not count.