I still get carded too
Yesterday I was waiting outside the Internet cafe a block away from my school, hoping it would open only 15 minutes late today instead of the usual 30, when I had an interesting experience. An old woman walked slowly by and stopped, looked up at me, then continued. After a few more steps, she stopped again, turned to me and angrily started shouting. The following conversation ensued:
Old Woman: Y vas yest yroke? (Do you have a lesson?)
Me: Shto? Izvinetye? (What? I'm sorry?)
OW: *looks at watch* Devit-pitnatsit chesso. (It's 9:15)
Me: Da, ya znayoo. Ya hochy internet. (Yes, I know. I want to use the Internet)
OW: Eta ochen ploha! Esli est yroke, tebya shoit bil tam, ha scholy! Idti! (This is very bad. If you have a lesson, you should be there, in school! GO!)
Me: No Ya Ychitel! (But I'm a teacher!)
OW: *looks me up and down* Seriousna? (seriously?)
Me: Da! Ya prepadayu angleski yazik na scholu nomer choteri, tam. Ya tolka est treti yroke subodna! (Yes! I teach the English language in school number four, there. I only have the third lesson today!).
OW: *looks me up and down again* Ya tak ne dumayoo. (I don't think so)
I turn 25 years old on Monday; I guess I should take this--my apparent ability to pass as a 16 year old slacker--as a compliment. I guess.
Old Woman: Y vas yest yroke? (Do you have a lesson?)
Me: Shto? Izvinetye? (What? I'm sorry?)
OW: *looks at watch* Devit-pitnatsit chesso. (It's 9:15)
Me: Da, ya znayoo. Ya hochy internet. (Yes, I know. I want to use the Internet)
OW: Eta ochen ploha! Esli est yroke, tebya shoit bil tam, ha scholy! Idti! (This is very bad. If you have a lesson, you should be there, in school! GO!)
Me: No Ya Ychitel! (But I'm a teacher!)
OW: *looks me up and down* Seriousna? (seriously?)
Me: Da! Ya prepadayu angleski yazik na scholu nomer choteri, tam. Ya tolka est treti yroke subodna! (Yes! I teach the English language in school number four, there. I only have the third lesson today!).
OW: *looks me up and down again* Ya tak ne dumayoo. (I don't think so)
I turn 25 years old on Monday; I guess I should take this--my apparent ability to pass as a 16 year old slacker--as a compliment. I guess.