In the elevator, after random neighborly greetings:
He: "Where are you from? You sound like you have an accent?"
Me: "Queens."
He: "You sound like you're from Australia. Are your family from around here?
Me: "If you go back a little. My mother grew up here, and my father was born in the Bronx."
He: "What sort of work are you in?"
Me: "Computers, like everyone these days. How about you?"
He: "I'm a teacher."
Me: "Excellent."
[He exits, pushing a stroller.]
This happens every so often: someone will ask where I'm from, because they've detected an accent. When I tell them, they tell me where they thought I was from. There's no pattern to the choices, as far as I can tell: they aren't guessing the places my grandparents were born.
I guess it runs in the family: New Yorkers used to ask my mother the same thing.
He: "Where are you from? You sound like you have an accent?"
Me: "Queens."
He: "You sound like you're from Australia. Are your family from around here?
Me: "If you go back a little. My mother grew up here, and my father was born in the Bronx."
He: "What sort of work are you in?"
Me: "Computers, like everyone these days. How about you?"
He: "I'm a teacher."
Me: "Excellent."
[He exits, pushing a stroller.]
This happens every so often: someone will ask where I'm from, because they've detected an accent. When I tell them, they tell me where they thought I was from. There's no pattern to the choices, as far as I can tell: they aren't guessing the places my grandparents were born.
I guess it runs in the family: New Yorkers used to ask my mother the same thing.
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