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so i walk into mcdonalds at 6 in the morning, stumbling around feet in pain and eyes half open. i lean on the counter and help fan order and suddenly feel a tap on my shoulder. it's some older middle-eastern looking guy. i blink up at him dazedly and try to make sense out of what he's saying...
"are you from sri lanka?"
i tell him no, and he asks about my heritage. i tell him mom's from philippines, dad's from barbados.
"oh there must be a lot of indians in barbados?"
.....no? i shrug and say 'i don't know' and he smiles and walks away.
wow, do i really look that indian or middle eastern or whatever to always have these things happen to me? not like it matters, it's just in the past week i've been told as much about 4 times by different people, so i'm really honestly wondering...
anyway, just a random snippet from my morning. BEDTIME!
"are you from sri lanka?"
i tell him no, and he asks about my heritage. i tell him mom's from philippines, dad's from barbados.
"oh there must be a lot of indians in barbados?"
.....no? i shrug and say 'i don't know' and he smiles and walks away.
wow, do i really look that indian or middle eastern or whatever to always have these things happen to me? not like it matters, it's just in the past week i've been told as much about 4 times by different people, so i'm really honestly wondering...
anyway, just a random snippet from my morning. BEDTIME!