At Henry's Marketplace...
A random woman who appeared somewhat irritated approached me and spoke with a heavy accent as she pointed to a blond-hair-blue-eyed boy fumbling through merchandise.
Woman: Iz thiz your sun?
me (completely baffled): huh?
Woman repeated her question again: Iz thiz your sun? *points*
me (looking over at the boy): ... *gives the woman a wide-eyed-open-mouthed gaze*
Woman: Dat one! *points*
Father of the blond-hair-blue-eyed boy came in right at the nick of time and took care of his boy. Seeing this, the random woman became slightly embarrassed, muttered an apology, and walked away.
Apparently, I discovered that I could pass off as an Aryan breeder.
A random woman who appeared somewhat irritated approached me and spoke with a heavy accent as she pointed to a blond-hair-blue-eyed boy fumbling through merchandise.
Woman: Iz thiz your sun?
me (completely baffled): huh?
Woman repeated her question again: Iz thiz your sun? *points*
me (looking over at the boy): ... *gives the woman a wide-eyed-open-mouthed gaze*
Woman: Dat one! *points*
Father of the blond-hair-blue-eyed boy came in right at the nick of time and took care of his boy. Seeing this, the random woman became slightly embarrassed, muttered an apology, and walked away.
Apparently, I discovered that I could pass off as an Aryan breeder.
