After eating a mouthwatering lunch at Yip Hong, a famous Chinese Restaurant in this side of the world, we decided to go to Superstore to buy weekly food supplies. With my nephew in tow, I was grinning while pushing the cart when I saw a Chinese lady looking and smiling at me.
I thought she’s the same lady that I often had a chance encounter whenever I go to work but I was wrong. All of a sudden, she stopped near our cart and asked me something. The brief conversation went this way:
Lady: Hi! Are you from Huangzhong?
Me: Sorry?
(I had a clueless expression on my face… I did not quite catch what she said)
Lady: Huangzhong, China.
(Smiling with a twinkle in her eyes)
Me: No. Do I look like a Chinese?
(I was laughing while talking.)
Lady: Yes.
I just smiled and then we went separate ways. I still have that smirk on my face when I turned to my nephew, James.
Me: Do I look like a Chinese?
James: No. You look like a Canadian.
(Looking at me with an incredibly serious expression on his face)
That did it. I can’t stop laughing while pushing the cart. Merci Beaucoup James! You’re such a sweetheart.
One last note, it’s really strange because I got that all the time…wherever I go, whoever I meet. Ha! I’ve been asked if I’m a Dutch, French, Latin American, Indonesian, Malaysian, Singaporean, Thai, and Chinese.
I must be a human chameleon? What do you think? 🙂
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