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I know Dad, sorry I just had to call you Dad
(I wish you were my Dad, I like you better than him, of course I love my Dad, but still....) but I went through the registration process all in Japanese, so my Japanese ability should have been apparent, so she was reacting soley to my physical appearance which....well isn't really fair. I just had to get that in
posted by
KaBooM62
on March 24, 2008 at 8:35 PM
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Kaboom
You experience with that woman who was taking your blood wa no doubt annoying, but is also quite common. People tend to raise their voices if for some reason they believe they won't be understood, and sometimes when they're really not being understood.
I have had that experience with immigrants whose English is quite poor - when they realize you don't understand what they're saying, they shout and get very annoyed...
And, as a Canadian, I try not to comment on the US election...
posted by
Nautikos
on March 24, 2008 at 9:41 AM
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Normally, I'm a huge advocate for voting
I've never missed an election, and I've been known to harp on others to get out there and cast their votes.
But your situation is different. I can see how you'd feel slightly apathetic towards voting, since you don't live in America and, from what I can tell, haven't lived there in a long time. It's hard to feel strongly about politics that are happening so far away, even if you are legally a citizen of that distant land.
Good for you for donating blood--especially going through the plasma process! Not many people are willing to sit through the added hassles, and your little bit of extra patience will go a long way to helping others.
And that "something" you picked up on from the woman is usually called Ignorance, but may also be known as "Bitchiness". Congratulations on putting up with her
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Sira890
on March 23, 2008 at 11:52 AM
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The 'hippie thing' has gained in stature. I was there and it wasn't that much fun. The fear of the Vietnam war made one afraid to grow up. My brothers registering for the draft, my cousins already in Nam and it goes on. Graduating from college and having a deferment only spelled dread and or dead. sam
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sam444
on March 22, 2008 at 11:48 AM
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