An older New Zealand woman stopped me by asking if I spoke English. (This is what I mean about people not thinking I can speak English. They don't even listen to me and the way my voice is. They just judge me on sight--people with black and white hair obviously don't speak English. Except with funny accents.) Anyway, I told her I spoke English.
She then requested a photograph based on the following rationale:
1. I'm GORGEOUS.
2. I'm DIFFERENT.
3. She just took a photograph of a laughing policeman.
I don't understand that rationale, but, despite the fact that I was already super-late for class because I had fallen asleep this afternoon, I accepted her request.
After taking an inordinate amount of time to adjust the aperture, distance, and focus, she took my picture. Then she had me pose again and again. Then she stopped photographing me, but launched into a long-winded, and very animated, story about New Zealand nuns. I am largely mystified as to why she told me the story, but I did learn the following.
- She's backpacking across South East Asia
- Her husband is alcoholic
- She bought three books at a rummage sale that somehow led her to nuns
- Nuns drive just like everyone else.
Sure, I came a half an hour late to class, but aren't people awesome?
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