I told him people keep saying, “Hola” to me on the street. I get mistaken for Hispanic.

He said he would approach me with a “How” or something. Like a Lewis and Clark expedition, he would see me as someone he gets when he meets a tribe and asks for their best translator, and I step up and he says, “Oh yeah. She’s coming with us. She’s gonna be there for the WHOLE journey.”

Funny. He saw me as Native-American.

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