Jigga…. jigga….

The other day, I saw some new fruit at the vendor by our house. I asked for two of the small yellow apples, so Stick and I could try the crazy new things, and the vendor started to laugh. He knew what I meant, and got them for me, but all the while laughing and telling his friend “The foreign woman says [Chinese name for not-apples] are apples!”

This is what kills my Chinese learning. I saw something new, expressed what I wanted, was understood, and I STILL got laowai giggles. I may as well point and hold up two fingers.

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