i am …
Posted on | August 25, 2004 | No Comments
over dimsum:
the waitress comes up and says, “blahblahblah.”
“sorry,” i reply, ” i don’t understand. i’m not chinese.”
“OH!” she laughs. “i thought you’re chinese–you look chinese.”
i smile and point out what i want.
over pho:
the waiter comes up and says, “blahblahblah.”
“sorry,” i reply, “i don’t understand. i’m not vietnamese.”
“OH!” he laughs. “i thought you’re vietnamese–you look vietnamese.”
i smile and point out what i want.
over taquitos:
the waiter brings the check, and i pay,
and he says, “rodriguez?! you don’t look like rodriguez. are you married?”
i smile and sign the bill.
funny — it takes a trip to my parents’ country
over halo halo
pointing out what i want to a street vendor
to look like what i really am:
an American.
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