"Where you from?" asked the slightly irritated, though obviously intrigued metro ticket agent. Irritated because I was using a 10EP note to buy 2EP worth of metro tickets (anything smaller than 5EP is in notoriously short supply). On the other hand, as he collected change from other paying customers, he could pursue his intrigue... namely me, the guy who could not possibly be sticking out of this crowd more.
"Canada," I replied. This illicited a big smile. Apparently, he's heard of us.
"What of people? Egyptian?," his English apparently not as sharp as his knowledge of Canada.
I tried to process what exactly he was asking. "What of people? Egyptian?," he insisted.
I took a stab at what he meant. "We like them very much." He had a hearty laugh at this. I had obviously missed the point, but my change was ready, so I was free to go anyway.
posted by Chris S @ 11:17 AM
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3 Comments:
You should have answered his question with one of your own: "Do you know that I have three 'Z's in my name?" Imagine the look on his face? Its wicked that you are on another adventure though I am worried about you on your own without that brilliant Monika to guide you... Have a great time and keep on writing dude!
Coubs
Yes, it is true; I am brilliant but worried about him as well... Though I'm sure that he's doing a lot better than I would be if I were there on my own...
Ayoy!
Keep writing Love!
I very much enjoyed your first posts of your middle eastern get-away.
don't drink the water :)
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