Do I look like a Drug Dealer?
One day, I was near Uwajimaya, a large Asian supermarket in Seattle’s Chinatown. A good-looking guy walked in the opposite direction. I mean, a really good-looking guy, the kind of guy you imagine when you read about a hero in a novel. As we walked past each other, he stopped in his tracks, smiled a big smile and said, “Bonjour.”
Wow. I couldn’t believe the perfection of this moment. The sun was shining, the guy was French, and out of all the people walking on the street, he had chosen to say hello to me.
Then he asked, “Do you know where I can get zee opium?”
I was so stunned that I couldn’t talk for a few seconds. He kept smiling his Frenchie smile, waiting for me to answer.
I finally said, “Hong Kong? 1848?”
He let out a heavy sigh. “Ah… OK. Zank you.” He had apparently traveled very far in search of opium. And now he’d have to travel back in time.
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Hilarious! Sorry he ruined your perfect moment, zee Asshole! ha! your retort was SPOT ON!
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Too funny! I’ll never look at a Frenchman the same way again.
One time in Rome, my friend Joe (a tall skinny black man) and I, were walking back to our apartments when a guy approached us in Piazza Navona and asked if we had papers. Apparently we look like we roll our own!
That is slightly offensive… He totally asked you about “zee opium” because you look Asian.
I lived in Spain for a year, and people there approached me for inappropriate questions all the time just because I have an “oriental face” (as they told me).
Yeah, it was rather offensive. I know he was racial-profiling me. But one way I handle this kind of stupidity is with humor…and writing!
haha I love your response to him xD I guess we wasn’t so attractive anymore after that =P