Coming from another country and settling in America has been a great experience for me. However, once in a blue moon, I get a question or two that throws me off my journey. Sometimes the questions people pose may sound ignorant and improper but I find them funny at the same time. I’ve found that some people are truly clueless about my part of the world. Below you’ll find some of the silly questions that I’ve heard from random adults.
I always get asked where I’m from and I usually say Fiji. A gentleman who was having this conversation with me then asked if Fiji is located in Japan. He also added that he loved their apples. I told him that Mt Fuji is in Japan. At that point, I did not want to start a conversation about the Fuji apples.
I remembered attending a party and a young lady asked me if I grew up in a thatched house. In my mind, I was thinking, “is there straw hanging on my clothes?” I don’t know why this question always makes me think of those videos you see of people walking in public with toilet paper stuck in an inappropriate part of their clothing.
Some questions you just have to answer with another question. One time I was at a store and was having a conversation with the store employee. She wanted to know if people still wore grass skirts where I came from. I asked her, “for what purpose?” She was just asking because she always sees pictures in magazines. I finally said, “Lady, have you ever worn a grass skirt? I am wondering too.”
I was getting a haircut recently and the young lady cutting my hair wanted to know where I was from because she heard a slight accent in my voice. I told her I was from the South Pacific. She proceeded to ask if that was close to Venezuela and Chile. I then had to explain the differences between the South Pacific and South America.
A lady at the supermarket asked me where I was from. I didn’t want to say Fiji because I wasn’t about to give another lesson on Mt Fuji, so I politely mentioned the South Pacific. She wanted to know where that was. I said that I was from a country that was very close to Tahiti. She began to say, “Oh my God! I hope your family is okay, after the earthquake.” At first, I was puzzled by the conversation and then I realized that the lady thought I had said Haiti instead of Tahiti. I excused myself quickly from the conversation to go find myself a glass of wine and a slice of Fuji apple.
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