After grabbing my sweet bread I sat down at a table with Rafi and was minding my own business, when this older white man comes over to me. He starts talking to Rafi and saying hello, telling her she is cute, nothing out of the ordinary when people see babies. Then he starts telling her she has really big beautiful eyes. He looks at me and says the same thing. I of course had a huge bite of bread in my mouth so I smile and nod since I couldn’t really say anything at the moment. Then he gets louder. “She has BIG Beautiful Eyes.” I start to try and say thank you, not really sure why he insists on yelling at me when he takes it up one more notch- this time with hand movements. HER (points at Rafi) EYES (points at his own) are BIG (stretches out arms). Then he starts chanting Ojos, Ojos while he points at his eyes. I start to look around, wondering what was going on, only to realize that everyone in the restaurant, other than him was hispanic. Finally it hit me- he thought I didn’t speak english, and apparently that I was also deaf.
After I recovered from the shock of it all and discovered that everyone was now staring at me, I said “Thank you, her eyes are beautiful.” I may have even tried to throw in a little country twang when I said it. He then just turned around and walked away, I suppose he was disappointed that I could not keep up the spanish conversation with him.
I guess the last few days in the sun have started to bring out my ethnic side and cover up all traces of my maiden name- Collier.
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