Bad Day

I usually take these encounters in stride & handle them better than I did the other day, but I must have just been having a bad day.

I went to Wal-Mart to pick up some pictures. I told this older gentleman at the counter (that I have seen several times) that I was there to pick up pictures. He looks at me & says "Quan?". I reply, "no Perkins". He finds them & tries to pronounce my name with an accent and like rolling the "r", he made a couple of attempts at it & I just let it go. Then of course he continued. He then asked if the name was Korean and instead my typical response of no, but I am Korean, I responded with "no". Well then he kept trying to guess & I just said, "my parents are American and they gave me an American name, don't know what to tell you."

I grabbed my pictures & left.

It never gets old

These type of stories never get old - to others. They get old to me, but to be expected so I enjoy sharing.

Today at Wendy's I ordered a side salad. She asked what type of dressing I wanted. I asked her what my choices were. She said, "we have Oriental." (pause)

Then I ask, "well, do you have Italian?" She replies, "yes and we have ranch."

Thank you for coming to Hindoi

Yesterday Aunt Teri & I went to my favorite Japanese steakhouse Hinode. I was sitting on a bench in the entry area waiting for a seat when these ladies passed by to leave and they thanked me on their way out?

Enough said.