"What number wife are you?"

I can honestly say I could have gone my entire life not ever being asked that question, but this weekend while vacationing in San Diego, it happened. Aaron was in San Diego for a conference and I decided that I would join him at the end so we could enjoy a nice weekend together without the kids. So, on Friday, I boarded a plane and jetted off to meet him. Upon arriving at the San Diego airport, I then had to take a taxi to get to Aaron as he was finishing up classes for the conference. So, I hopped in the first available cab and off we went. The cab driver, making small talk, asked me where I was from. When I said I was from Salt Lake, he got all excited and said he was from East Africa and they have the same culture as us. A little confused, I asked him what he meant by that. "Many wives" was his reply and then proceeded to ask me "What number wife are you?" I then told him that is not our culture and that there is no way Aaron could handle more wives than me.

Thankfully the drive was not that long and I had to laugh when I stepped out of the cab and the driver told me to tell Aaron that they were brothers. Oh, how funny the misconceptions of the people of Utah.