I’m aware of my parents limited social activity.  My dad spends a lot of time watching television and my mother spends a lot of time at home with her cockatoo reading.  This became painfully obvious when I took my mother out to breakfast and on the way out, an African American child of about four broke from his family, scampered over to the door and opened it for her.  She walked past the child and said “good boy” as to a border collie having completed a backflip.  Her voice slowed towards the end as she immediately realized what she had just said.

Me: Mom, you just…
Mom: Yeah, I know.
Me: You almost patted his head.
Mom: What are the odds that it’d be a black kid?
Me: The luck of the Irish.