July 15, 2010

Um, Si

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.

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