| sometimes i wish i could speak thai.
lies.
often times i wish i could speak thai.
i guess just to know and to understand my parents when they talk about me.
but i think mainly because everytime i go out for sushi in the city, the waitresses are thai.
i can always pick up their accent.
i ask, are you thai.
99.9987898 % of the time they are.
then they ask me, are you?
excitedly, i say yes.
then the waitress will ask, do you speak thai???
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damnit. everytime. never fails. i walk into that trap. theyll ask me that question and i put my head down and say... no.  conversation comes to a halt. waitress leaves. the end.
i keep my head down and think, man if i spoke thai, maybe i'd get a free dessert, or maybe some extra tobiko... just maybe.
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| congratulations markhoda... rhodark.  |
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| xanga, what happened to us? you and me? me and you? shall we rekindle? |
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