Today's comment (from some visiting Russians!):
Me: I'm not from any part of England.
Guy: Well, you're not American, so where are you from?
Me: ??????
I mean really, it's the INSISTENCE that kills me!!
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What is it that makes them so sure you're not American? Any ideas?
Posted by: Elizabeth Harper | September 15, 2009 at 10:37 PM
LOL!!
Posted by: Alison | September 16, 2009 at 12:17 AM
I don't know!! I think I couldn't *look* any more American . . .dressed in t-shirt and jeans, a bit overweight . . .it's very curious to me.
Posted by: Kimberly | September 16, 2009 at 09:11 AM
I am not sure about you "looking" American...but you "do" sound American...LOL...
Posted by: anne | September 16, 2009 at 11:41 AM
I think they mean it as a compliment, which is the roughest part of all... what they mean is you are not the stereotypical overweight American who makes no effort to speak their language and is very loud. (oh stop about being overweight, I have padding on my hips too....which just makes us both more fabulous, kind of, right?)
Posted by: Diana Strinati Baur | September 16, 2009 at 01:37 PM
Cherokee Nation!!!!!!!!!!
Posted by: kg | September 16, 2009 at 01:51 PM
That's one of the more bizarre things . . . the reason the French think I'm English is because I supposedly have a British accent in French. I can't imagine!
Posted by: Kimberly | September 16, 2009 at 02:16 PM
I was going to ask the same question...why do all these people assume you are not American? Not all of us walk around with fanny packs and oversized t-shirts. ha!
Posted by: nyc/caribbean ragazza | September 16, 2009 at 03:06 PM
Here they all want to know if I am Swiss. Now that's wierd. Trust me, my German's ok, but it ain't all that.
Posted by: Diana Strinati Baur | September 16, 2009 at 09:01 PM
Today, a French guy actually said to me, "Ah, you with your American accent."
I swear, I almost jumped over the counter and kissed him.
Posted by: Kim B. | September 16, 2009 at 09:02 PM
Amazing customer comments and loved the chain of comments on this post too!
Fun that a French guy recognised your American accent -- I wonder if it's something about your OK inflections or pronunciations (vs., say, NY) that keeps them guessing - plus you speak foreign languages soooo well.
Cheers.
Posted by: Carolyn | September 18, 2009 at 01:37 AM
Hey Kim! The above poster gave me an idea. Maybe if you go around singing " I'm Just a Girl Who Can't Say No" the Parisians will recognize where you are from!
On second thought, stick with the corn being as high as an elephant's eye. It's safer in Parise.
:)
Posted by: Diana Strinati Baur | September 18, 2009 at 11:00 AM