So, very recently I moved to the Big Apple. I can't even begin to sum up all of the funny situations I find myself in. This is a daily recount of the very crazy incidents I weasel my way into.

Friday, June 11, 2010

Am I Russian?

I went to the Russian bodega today. I never buy a lot there, I'm a sort of really random grocery shopper. Anyhow, when the guy was totaling it up, he just started talking away in Russian to me. I honestly thought he was talking to the cashier behind me. He finishes, looks up at me. I had obviously been asked a question. So, I replied, "umm, what's my total?" Then the situation registered to him. "Oh, you don't speak Russian? I thought you did. You look like you speak Russian." So, I assured him, "I don't think I do." Well, as he continues to bag my groceries and such, he explains to me that I should really ask my family if we speak Russian. Then the other cashier asks, "Do you watch soccer?" I replied, nope. So, he laughs and says, "You're not Russian... Do you drink vodka straight?" I said, of course. "Well, maybe you're a recovering Russian." So, now my groceries are packed, and I'm gathering myself to go. Thank yous are exchanged and my cashier says, "Now you just go home and figure out who you are."

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