Ahh the South

So I just asked a paralegal down the hall (whom I've never bothered to formally introduce myself to, and at some point it became too late and we just smile and nod and trade pleasantries in the restroom) to borrow her dolly for my schload of boxes. No problem, she says. Someone else is using it, but she'll call them to get it back. "Hi Wes, umm..." she looks at me and I help her out. "Lennette." "Yes. Lennette needs to borrow my dolly..... You know, the little--[pregnant pause]--across from Evelyn's office."

Little WHAT? LITTLE ASIAN GIRL, is what I presume she was going to say. hmph!! Then again, five minutes later, I'm forced to ask why I take offense to this since it is probably the quickest explanation to a stranger of who I am. I think it's the pause--made it sound worse.