My Viking joke didn’t go over very well

I went swimming this morning, and afterwards I was drying off next to an older fellow who asked me if I had any Viking blood. I said that I did, although I only knew that from a DNA test. I’d always thought I was UK and German.

He looked me over and said he guessed at my ancestry because of my coloring (pale skin, red beard — now getting grey, I’m afraid) but also because of my hands and feet. He said Vikings tended to have large hands and feet.

That seemed odd. My feet are a little above average, but I think my hands are pretty typical.

Anyway, we chatted a bit in the locker room. You get a discount at this pool if you live in the neighborhood, which I don’t. He said, “that’s okay, we allow foreigners,” to which I replied, “You’d better, or we’ll just raid the place.”

I don’t think he got it.