While walking to rehearsal this morning, I was slowly followed by a caramel-colored Acura for about two and half blocks. The driver was shouting something out his window, so I stopped, thinking maybe he needed directions (never mind, that I would get lost walking back to my own house).
"What?" I asked.
"Slow down, I want to get to know you better."
Oh. Why is that your opening line?
It's at this point in the conversation that I usually giggle behind my hand, repeating, "I don't know, I don't know," but in this case, that might have made matters worse. My solution was to violently shake my head, mutter something about "no English" and speed-walk to the nearest Starbucks.
Knowing that I probably set other Asians and Pacific-Islanders back several years, I apologize profusely. However, I can't guarantee I won't do it again.
Until I get pepper spray, that's really all I got.
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