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Dear Uncomfortable Man at Kinkos:

Congratulations - you correctly guessed that I was Chinese. And I appreciate the fact that you know a phrase or two in Mandarin. "Shie shie," you said, and when I instead turned the other way and left, you asked the Kinkos employee why I didn't respond. Well let me tell you - it's because I don't need middle-aged white men speaking to me in Chinese. It doesn't make me feel any more "comfortable" or "at home" when someone talks to me in my mother language, especially when we didn't exchange any words before that. I live in America, and I am perfectly capable of speaking in English. Plus, I was wearing my Vietnam flag shirt today, so I'm just going to assume that you don't know much about Asian culture.

Also, I'm sorry that your copier didn't work; maybe it's because you didn't activate your Kinkos card that you left in the machine that kept beeping until I took it out after maybe 30 beeps because you apparently DIDN'T NOTICE.

Oh yea, and bu ke qi.


Joanna

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