I had to go to the far store, a 5-minute walk away, as opposed to the the one in my alley because the latter had no diet coke and I was studying. At the far store, I bought some coke and candy, and the owner asked if I was Tunisian.
Um, what? No, I replied, American.
"American?"
Since this is the second time I have been mistaken for Tunisian, and I am now even farther from Tunisia, I asked why he thought I was Tunisian. "Do I look Tunisian?"
"No, but you speak with a Tunisian accent." I don't even know what a Tunisian accent sounds like, but I'll take it!
Sunday, January 20, 2008
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