While bringing a box downstairs, I told the doorman that I was leaving for good on Tuesday. "Where you going? Back home?"
"Where's that? China?"
What I mean to say was, "Yeah. I'm going back to China, where everyone speaks English perfectly and looks Asian-American." And then, I would have followed it up with witty pontification about him maybe living in a mythical place called, "Honkytown," where all the Asian folk who live there are really "from China."
Or something like that.