Thursday, June 12, 2008

A Foreigner

Then yesterday evening I was at a business event, and after dinner I went up to the speaker to commend him on a fine, thought-provoking speech.

He thanked me, then asked me if I was German.

"Uh...German?", I asked, confused.

"Yes. Are you from Germany?"

"I...uh...I have some German blood. Is that what you mean?"

"No. Are you from Germany?"

"No. I'm not. Never been. Why do you ask?"

"You LOOK German," he said. "I've done a lot of work for German companies. I could have sworn you were one of them."

"Why?" I asked.

"That checked shirt. And those pinstriped slacks. And the trendy shoes. That's how THEY dress."

First from San Francisco. Now from Germany. What is this?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Did this really happen to you or did you write it to further your writing carrer? I am sure that you were dressed very trendy. But I bet he didn't see your socks.
Love Mother