The woman looked at me and asked, "That one right there?"
"Yeah, she's from Switzerland," he said. "Seriously, I don't know why these countries come here."
They got up and walked away before I could make a phonecall in my native accent.
The whole incident was just...bizarre.
First of all, I'm not from Switzerland. I'm from right here. Second, you're not whispering, you're sitting two feet away from me, yet you're blatantly talking about me...because you assume I don't speak English.
I guess since I'm blonde with pale skin, I must obviously be from Switzerland.
Not Virginia, but Switzerland.
I'm still laughing.
(Also, Buddy, it's not the countries that come here, but the people from the countries that come here. #justsaying)
Now, I'm not going to turn this into a statement about judgement, but I will use it as a writing exercise...
So, fellow writers -
If your character were sitting in Wendy's,
chomping down on some nuggets,
what would the other diners say about him/her?