The oddest thing happened to me today. I was walking into the grocery store by my house after work and this guy ran up behind me, stuck his head in front of my face. I jumped back and took my iPod earphones out so I could hear him. He repeated a litany of noises that I assumed was some Asian language that I didn't understand. As I looked at him blankly and trying to come up with a Vietnamese response to this very Caucasian white guy, he repeated himself. Again! So, he finally clicks in and says, "Oh, you're not Japanese?" No shit sherlock. (For the record, I don't look anything like a Japanese girl!!!).
He then asks me what nationality I was. I gave him my standard response of "Canadian" which kind of threw him. At this point I had to do a small reality check to see if I was still in Vancouver. Check. When he finds out that I'm of Vietnamese descent he brilliantly pipes up with "I LOVE dim sum". That's great, so do I but it's not Vietnamese. Geez.
By this point his friend had caught up with us and so we stood in the aisle and chatted for a while. The friend had just moved from Calgary about a year ago while Mr. Asian was moving here in three weeks from Edmonton. Well, that explained a lot. Vancouverites simply aren't that friendly. Nor do they chase down any dark-haired woman and assume she's going to understand Japanese.
The great thing is his exit is as great as his entrance. To set the stage, I should mention that these two guys train people on how to pay off their debts & mortgages in half the time. As I'm about to leave, Mr. Asian says, "So if any of your friends have mortgages that they need help with, you should let us know". I walked away as his friend gave him a look of disbelief.
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