Stupid Questions Part 2
June 13th 2011 21:00
It is the blight of our very existence. We are all doomed in our own way. Just as Fred gets asked what it feels like to be so tall, Brett if he is gay, I constantly get asked what species I belong to (AKA “Where do you come from?)
Sitting on the train last weekend, I was reading a book when I looked up and I noticed an older Asian lady leaning forward, just staring at me. I was about to go back to reading when she asked me if I was Chinese. I said no, which is technically true. (Well, I was born here.) She then asked if she could borrow my mobile phone. I changed carriages.
Like, what is this? Some socially inept attempt to break the ice before asking me for a favour? And why should I lend her my mobile phone anyway? I don’t get it for free. If she wants to make a call she should pay me.
The species question drives my Asian friends nuts.
“I hate that question,” snapped Rachel after a supermarket checkout person asked her.
“I hate it when people ask me where I come from,” moaned Andrea. “Especially if they ask me if I’m Philipino.”
“You should answer back with ‘My mother’s belly’”, suggested my ex-neighbour. Hmmm. Not bad. Maybe I should try that one day.
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