Cab Ride Home on Saturday night
Driver: "Where are you from if you don't mind me asking?"
Me: (No big deal, they always ask me this)
Driver: "Where are you from if you don't mind me asking?"
Me: (No big deal, they always ask me this)
"Massachusetts"
Driver: "No, I mean, you know, I mean, you look like you're from somewhere else, you look like arabic or indian."
Me: (Fine)
Driver: "No, I mean, you know, I mean, you look like you're from somewhere else, you look like arabic or indian."
Me: (Fine)
"Arabic"
Driver: "Where, egypt, Jordan?"
Me: (Usually I lie, but I was surprised that he guessed Jordan)
Driver: "Where, egypt, Jordan?"
Me: (Usually I lie, but I was surprised that he guessed Jordan)
"Jordan"
Driver: "Well are you a real Jordanian? Cause Jordanian's don't usually have black hair like that."
Me: (Again, surprised at his accuracy)
Driver: "Well are you a real Jordanian? Cause Jordanian's don't usually have black hair like that."
Me: (Again, surprised at his accuracy)
"Also Filipino"
Driver: "Ah, see? I know a lot of things. Can you imagine, our grandkids and great grandchildren, how awful they'll look?"
Me: (What?)
Driver: "Ah, see? I know a lot of things. Can you imagine, our grandkids and great grandchildren, how awful they'll look?"
Me: (What?)
"What do you mean?"
Driver: "Oh you know, all this mixing, bleh, it will be horrible."
Me: "Well...you know, I'm mixed."
Driver: "I understand that."
Driver: "Oh you know, all this mixing, bleh, it will be horrible."
Me: "Well...you know, I'm mixed."
Driver: "I understand that."
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