============================ Edit, from after someone resurrected this thread for no apparent reason: This thread was originally a parody of a thread, and other parodies of that thread. The joke was sort of funny in May 2011 IN THAT CONTEXT. It is meaningless now.
Here's some search results if you want to see some of the other threads to put this more in context... although you really had to be there.
A few years ago, a woman at a bar greeted me with a polka. I realize I in Chicago, and Chicago has more people of Polish descent than Warsaw, but this is the United States of America. We dance with quick, unpredictable movements and I expect to be greeted with my country's way of dancing, not a polka. If I were at a wedding, I could understand being greeted with a polka. I felt very disrespected. What is happening to our wonderful country?
Are you sure it wasn't a Poohka? You'd know him if you saw him. He's 6' 3", answers to the name Harvey and was last seen at Charlie's drinking martinis with Dowd, Elwood P. Oh... and he's a white rabbit.
True story: I did something slightly dumb and embarrassing before walking into my shared office one morning. (There were two doors to the office, one opened in and one opened out. Occasionally, I got them mixed up and would walk into the door because it didn't open when I turned the knob.) I muttered to what I thought was myself, "God, I'm such a Polack." I didn't know my officemate was already at her desk. I spent the next ten minutes being lectured to about the insensitivity of the comment to people of Polish descent. After her PC rant wound down, I told her, "You do know I'm Polish, don't you." Her response was to say, "Oh," and busy herself at her desk.
If a woman in a bar (implied....as being a little sloshed...) greeted me with a dance...I might think I can take her home. I care not what the dance is, just long as she remains interested in me long enough to get past final call and then some.