As most of you probably know, the majority of people you see running a hospital or post office are mainly FILIPINO. And time to time I always get mistaken for a Flip. When I say that I'm not and that I'm Vietnamese, they respond like, "Holy CRAP! You're the biggest Viet I've ever seen!" The other day I went to the post office to pick up a package that my Lovely and Beautiful Mother sent me and as I was patiently waiting in line, a guy calls me over and says he can help me. So I cut ahead of this huge line and get dirty looks from everyone as I cut in front of them while walking towards the counter. But I didn't mind. I wanted to get in and out as fast as possible. So I get to the counter give the guy my slip and he comes back with my package. The he asks me, "You Vietnamese?" (in Vietnamese) So I respond, "Yes I am" (also in Vietnamese) Then he goes to me in plain ol English, loud as heck for everyone to hear, "Me and You the same! We look Filipino but we not. We can get away with working at places like this." I did my fake creepy laugh, thanked him and boned the freak out. But in case you didn't know what goes on behind closed doors at the post office, here is a clip of how the operation works.
2 comments:
hahahaha...i can imagine you freakin' out and running out of there. the dude was totally hitting on you...
did they pack your sheet?
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