I teach at a school on an Indian Reservation. Each day, an Ojibwe language teacher comes into my class to teach Ojibwe. I am Ojibwe illiterate, I admit. I am trying to learn about their culture and customs, and am fully aware of my ignorance.
So, the other day, the language teacher suddenly appears in my classroom. I was taking attendance, and did not hear her arrive. Startled, I said, "Joyce! I didn't even hear you come in!" Then, in all of my cultural wisdom added, "You came in as quiet as an owl!" I'm thinking to myself, "Yeah, way to go, Lisa. Way to bring in the owl, since owls are silent when they fly, and since the Native American culture holds animals in high regard! Way to earn some 'brownie points'!!!"
Joyce looked at me and said, "Oh. Well, in our culture, owls are bad luck."
Oh maaaannn!!!! I blew it. I had insulted the culture teacher. Great. I gave her the "deer-in-the-headlight" look and meekly replied, "Oh. Well in my culture, owls are very wise."
"What culture are you from, Mrs. Johnson?," asked one of my students.
"Ahhh.... American," I said as I headed for the door.
The next day, everywhere I turned, it seemed I was running into an owl. Key chains, signs... you name it. When my little boy arrived home, I opened the door to a huge grin on his face, and a huge OWL HAT on his head!