My English teacher warned me:
"Americans are fake. They say 'how are you,'
but they don't mean it."
Day one. Gas station.
A man: "Hey man, how's it going?"
It's a trap. I say nothing. I walk away.
He follows. "Sir? You dropped thisβ"
I walk faster. He walks faster.
I run. He runs.
Two blocks. Still chasing me,
holding three dollars.
Finally he stops, out of breath, and shouts:
"I JUST WANTED YOU TO HAVE A GOOD DAY!"
I had a good day.
Those three dollars are framed on my wall.
My English teacher has never been to America.
I'm starting to notice a pattern.
