"If I don't look at your face, and just listen to your voice, you sound Chinese," the cab driver said, glancing at me in the rear view mirror.
"My sister-in-law is Taiwanese."
"Maybe you picked it up from her, then."
"Huh."
"Just from your voice, I picture a very different face."
"Oh dear. What kind of face?"
"A nice face. " He paused, perhaps reflecting upon this better face. Then, "I would never have guessed American. Maybe you have a cold?"
"No."
Now it was his turn to "huh."
"But, I think I have allergies."
"Yes, this is a bad time for allergies." He waved at all the concrete around us. And that settled that.
I hadn't thought up till now that I had allergies, but then, I never thought I sounded Chinese, either.
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