So, on my one hippie friend from Michigan's birthday, me and her went out for sushi, then a beer, and then Uber-ed down to a bar actually towards her house, in order to meet up with some coworkers of hers for still more beers.
Oddly, one of her (white) (American) coworkers is engaged to a (Scottish) guy who's a joiner from the Hebrides, and not only that, but he was also visiting, so we got to hang out with him.
That coworker has the name "Chelsea", and their other coworker, who is (black), also has the name "Chelsea", and even odd beyond that, once both Chelseas were in Scotland at the same time and they both all met the Scottish guy's relatives.
"Why does [Scottish guy's first name] have two girlfriends?", his 'wee' cousin asked someone in the family after he met the other, (black) Chelsea.
When someone explained to him that no, he just had the one, the cousin was like, "Oh, peach Chelsea."
The Scottish guy found that cute, this his wee cousin perceived skin color that way, and didn't know enough to say 'black' and 'white'.
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