I was riding the bus downtown yesterday when a middle-aged Latino man came up to me, totally unprovoked (i.e. no eye contact or brushing past each other) and asked:
Do you know how I can get money to China? You know, for the earthquake?
Seriously.
In disbelief, I blinked incredulously, but then said with no tone of offense:
I have no idea.
and turned 45 degrees away from him, with decisive annoyance. But! The guy confronted me again and repeated his question:
You don't know how to get money to the earthquake victims in China? My wife and I would really like to help them out.
And so now I'm feeling bad, you know. Like, "yeah, maybe I ought to know how to get money to China." This is what I wanted to say:
Why don't you just give me your money, and I'll make sure my people get it.
What I ended up saying:
Try the Red Cross.
On a related note, People magazine thinks all Asians look alike.
Mistakenly (but confidentally) identifying that Korean actor in Speed Racer as K-Pop singing sensation, Rain.
[To be fair, the producers of the film probably made the same mistake.]
2 comments:
He was going to give you pesos, or a burrito.
oh, whoops, that was racist, 2 wrongs don't make a right, oh, I mean, 2 wongs don't make a light
oh, there I go again, that make's 3 wongs
I would've slapped that fool. Seriously.
Or... I'd get over it with a GOWANUS SATURDAY NIGHT HOUSE PARTY ON UNION ST.
In Gowanus, we don't see color. (Everything's sorta covered in toxic grime...)
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