Oy Matey

Usually, when I go into the printer room (sidebar: I love that there is a separate room just for the printers. We did not have those at the Bo'. Perhaps my education is worthy of $50G), there are people already there, sorting through the stacks of print outs and cover sheets with our initials on it. We did not have cover sheets at the Bo' , so the experience is still jarring, but usually, a stranger will spot my initials, hand me my papers and say, "Is this yours?" Because I'm usually wearing a t-shirt that says "Insert Asian Last Name Here." Just as strangers approach me to speak Chinese on the street because I'm usually wearing a shirt that says "Ask me if I speak Chinese, because I can."

This morning, however, the girl in front of me glanced down at the piles and cover sheets, turned to me with a stack of papers and asked, "Are you A. Cohen?" No, I am not A. Cohen.

Tim: Was she white?

Moi: Of course, she was.