tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9516277.post114881731300775815..comments2023-09-11T09:14:26.879+01:00Comments on Halfway between Ca Mau and Sai Gon: Supermarket ExchangeOanhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18005515006491660673noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9516277.post-1148931976347666602006-05-29T20:46:00.000+01:002006-05-29T20:46:00.000+01:00That is cool, Oanh. I remember the first time I f...That is cool, Oanh. I remember the first time I felt like a recognized and confirmed Asian. It happened in a grocery store, too. <BR/><BR/>An Asian guy was at the checkout and I was standing about five people (all white) behind him in line. He was looking around like he was looking for someone and made eye contact with me. He promptly left his place in line, walked all the way back to where I was standing. He said, "Hello, can I use your discount card. I forgot mine at home."<BR/><BR/>I gave it to him and he returned it with a grinning, "Thank you" Thinking to myself, I wondered out loud why he didn't just ask the people next to him in line. My daughter goes, "Because you're Asian mom. Duhh."<BR/><BR/>I have no idea if she was correct in her assumption, but I like to think so anyway. ;)sumehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09188223853031390895noreply@blogger.com