Thanks, but no thanks

"Are you FILIPINO?" Bingo!

Remember I said that the first person to ask me that would get a prize? Well, here's our winner. Funny, but I wanted nothing more than to punch this guy square in the face. Imagine scenario. On my way home from work, rush hour, packed bus. I was standing near the driver in front of the bus. He was standing beside the front door. Pretty close, right? But for some reason, he felt the need to broadcast our dialogue for the entire bus to hear. He was near shouting while talking to me. Dude, I'm just here. We can do this quietly.

If it was just another normal, friendly conversation, I wouldn't have minded. But, listen to this.

"Are you Filipino?"

Cool! Finally somebody got it right the first time. Smiles, "Yeah! I'm Filipina."

Gives me this head-to-toe lookover. "I figured. Man! I should visit that place some time. You look precious!" Precious??! Really. Come. on.

Some of the passengers actually had to glance over to give me a good look.

Ugh, seriously now. I just smiled then started paying intense concentration to the back of the driver's head.

"So are you a student here?!!"

"No, I'm actually looking for work. I just graduated from college."
Still burning a hole on the back of driver's head.

"Where did you go to college?!!"

"In the Philippines."

"Oh you should've just studied here!! You get a bigger chance at work that way!!"

"Uhh.. yeah, I guess."

"But that's okay. You got the look!! That's like a foot in the door already!! If I was the one interviewing you, I'd be like, 'Sold!!' the moment you step into my office!!"

How about my foot in your mouth?!!

That's it. I'm getting off this bus at the next stop. I would rather walk the rest of the way home than simmer on this hot seat for another five blocks. Sheesh!!