Conversations you wish you never had

Scene: Avis rental car agency
Time: late evening
Characters: Me, friend dropping off a rental car whom I'm driving home, Avis rental car employee, my dog "B" in the back seat of the car

Avis guy (looking at my dog, who is inside the car): Is that your dog?

Me (standing outside my car waiting for my friend): Yes (I smile)

Avis guy: Is he male or female?

Me: Male (at this point I notice that his nametag reads "Ousmane" and that he is speaking with a slight French accent. I think about asking him if he has read Sembene Ousmane, but figure that seems like a pretty stereotypical thing to ask someone who appears to be Senegalese and who has the name of a famous Senagalese author).

Avis guy: How old is your dog?

Me: 5 years old.

Avis guy: How long will he live?

Me: Oh, hopefully 12 or 15 years.

Avis guy: And what will you do with him when he dies?

Me (confused): Well, I guess we'll bury him or cremate him.

Avis guy: Oh? You won't eat him?

Me (thinking I misheard him): Excuse me?

Avis guy: You are Chinese, no? Chinese eat dogs--won't you eat him when he dies?

Me (I can hear his words but I'm not quite processing them quickly enough): Um, some Chinese people in Northern China do eat dogs, but I'm not going to eat my dog when he dies.

Avis guy (smiling and laughing): But you are Chinese. Chinese people eat dog, why aren't you going to eat this dog?

Me (not believing I am actually having this conversation): Well, not all Chinese people eat dog, only those in Northern China really, and it's really not that common, and anyway I'm not going to eat my dog.

Avis guy (not letting this go and still laughing): No, no no! I know Chinese people eat dog--you must eat this dog.

Me (getting angry/annoyed): No, I'm not going to eat my dog when he dies! (friend starts to approach car)

Avis guy (still smiling and laughing and shaking his head): OK, good bye!

Me: ?????!!!!!!