July 15, 2010
Today, the soldiers guarding the ATM guessed that I was Spanish. I broke the truth to them, explaining there aren’t many blond Spaniards. They were clearly disappointed; they had wanted to congratulate me on World Cup victory. Curse my honesty, I thought. For once in my life I could have been cool enough to be Spanish, and a World Cup champion. In the future I think I’ll choose whom to correct based on the awesomeness of their first guess.