What are you?

It was a lovely October mid-afternoon day. The sun was out & the air was crisp. Waiting for the bus and admiring the Union Station building from afar. No worries, until…..Man with eagle truck stop hat turns around….”What are you?! (yelltalking) Chinese?! Korean?! Japanese?! Thai?! Indonesian?! (Oh, shit here we go!) Slightly in shock because man with hat is yelling at my directions. He stares at me, I stare back…..pause…pause…” None of those”….pause…pause…still staring at each other…”Ugh, Filipino”…”Oh, Filipino so do you speak Chinese?”…(are you F’ing kidding me)…” I am not Chinese”…”Oh, I have 3 Filipino friends, they are all teachers, I have never been to the Phillipines, but I have visited China, Korea & Japan”