Pennies from Heaven
The young man operating the cash register at my corner grocery this morning handed me back one of the three pennies I'd given him because it a Canadian coin."Good eye," I said, "Although, you know, it's worth more than yours right now."
"You mean ours," he replied.
"No, I mean yours. I'm not American."
The look on his face was not one of surprise, but of indignation.
"You're a citizen, aren't you?"
"No, I'm not."
He scoffed, as though to indicate that he hadn't time to play this game with me, and turned his attention to the next customer.
Labels: Americana
5 Comments:
I find it hard to distinguish between Canadians and Americans - and between other humans, for that matter.
Who says nationalism is dead?
Yikes! Now you're one of "them" at your corner store! You need to be seen eating some freedom fries ... stat!
Give me your tired, your poor, your Sassy ... but keep your effin Canadian pennies to yourself!
your blog is very enjoyable to read.
...oh and you are quite sasstastical.
Post a Comment
<< Home