the other day i was standing in front of the spice rack debating if i really should buy that much curry, when a mexican grandpa came by. i shifted to allow him space, since the spice rack is limited on space
he's mumbling in spanish
only i realize he isn't mumbling to himself,
he is talking to ME.
when i don't respond or even look at him
he finally speaks english to me.
"don't you speak spanish?" says mexican grandpa
"no, just a tiny bit" says i
"it's good to know two languages."
"yeah, i bet it is."
"are you mexican?"
"no." a little to loudly i felt
"what are you then?"
"japanese."
i do enjoy seeing people's faces, it's a look of shock and confusion. i patiently await the default phrase i know is coming.
"but your eyes are so big." thanks gramps. i get this ALL the time, Merry Christmas to you too.
"do you speak japanese?"
"no" i say. "do you?"
"no" he says, then walks away.
that's it.
sheesh
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