At the hotel in Denton, I was waiting for the elevator when a father of two, sitting in the lobby, yelled something in spanish at me. I turned around, puzzled. He asked if I spoke spanish.
No, I’m asian.
Oh. You look like you’re from Vera Cruz.
I’m from Taiwan.
Oh. Okay.
The elevator opened.
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During intermission at an LSU play, my neighbor, returning to his seat, asked me if I was Nepalese.
“I had a friend who was from Nepalese.”
Nope, I’m Taiwanese.
