Bundled-up, walking around the open market, hoping to find the last
gifts on the long list of Christmas shopping that I had to do. Yes, I
am a last minute shopper. If I buy gifts in advance, I give the gifts in advance… Hence not a good idea for me to buy in
advance.
The market-keeper asked me if I spoke English. He detected an accent. In French I replied that I spoke English. I am a snob in this department simply because when I arrived in France over twenty years ago, I didn't speak a word of French and nobody spoke English to me. Now, when I can speak French (with a ultra heavy American accent) everyone wants to speak English. Ugh.
The market-keeper was intrigued. He continued with his questions in English. I continued answering in French. He asked,
"Are you English?"
"No."
"But your accent says you are not French…"
"I am not French."
"Are you German?"
"No."
"Are you Danish?"
At this point I looked straight at him and said, "Do I look Danish?" I grabbed my hair, "Am I blond?"
He had a puzzled look on his face…then he said, "Yes… you are blond…?…"
I turned red with embarrassment, and laughed, "Oh yeah that is right I have blond hair now."
He gave me a look that made me feel like I was the original blond behind the blond jokes.
After every country in Europe was exhausted by his searching for my nationality, I told him I was American, and a natural brunette who had turned white, then dyed my hair blond.
He starred at me like I was from outer space.
I did not buy anything on his stand.
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