Back in the China days, taxi drivers often tried to engage me in conversations. Inevitably they would ask, "Where are you from?" Rather than out right answer their question, I would always shoot back a "Ni cai cai" (you guess). Because nothing ups the fun meter like a guessing game with a Chinese taxi driver.
Without fail, they would say, "Fa guo ren" with confidence. French. I am not French. I don't know why they would guess French. I'm voting for "Gina's wildly spectacular fashion sense." No? You disagree?
Well, now that we're back to taxi-ing here in Singapore, I find myself answering the question again. The second day we were back in taxis, I was asked it, so I decided to play the game Singaporean style (which just means asking it in English. Not nearly as much fun).
Turns, out, even in Singapore, I am French.
Winding Down
12 years ago
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I've had one of the taxi drivers tell me I look like a "kiwi" (not to be confused with the fuzzy, round fruit). He then told me, as politely as is possible, that it is my build that makes me seems like I'm from New Zealand. Ha!
I'll have to try the guessing game next time a taxi driver asks me where I'm from.
Come to think of it, if it weren't for your dead-givaway MN accent, I'd put you as a Frenchie, too.
I get Australian or Italian all the time...go figure.
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