I recently recalled the absurdity of an encounter I had en route home from the Dominican Republic last month. We were checking into our flight and the Dominican ticket guy behind the counter asks us for our passports. Sven hands him his German passport, I give him my U.S. passport. After reviewing them for a moment, the ticket guy nods in my direction and asks Sven: “Does she speak English?”

?!?  wha? english is my language, yo!  how does this happen? maybe he thought sven purchased me during his travels to the Orient. sigh. i guess to some, it’s still:

Blonde Boy (even with a German accent) = American
Little Brown-Eyed Yellow Girl = No-Speak-Engrish :(

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