This actually happened. There are so many moments where I want to sit down with the person and ask them what they were thinking, but I don't have the vietnamese for it. Like when I'm wearing sunglasses and a guy with 200 more pairs persistently tries to sell me some, or when I'm comfortably eating at a streetside restaurant (sitting) and a pushy motorbike driver tries to convince me to get on his bike. Really? Where are we going, will they let me eat my noodle soup there? At least wait till I'm finished dinner to harass me. The examples are endless. Also I am aware that my drawing of my foot looks like I have clubfoot, but you know it's not as inaccurate as you'd think if you've seen my feet.
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