I was on my way to the American Embassy the other day, and lost my way in the maze of manicured gardens and high-security gates in the embassy district. I stopped the first guard I saw, who wasn’t standing at attention on a little pedestal, and asked in my terrible Chinese where the America… um… big office is located. To my suprise and delight, he answered me in very good English, and gave me detailed directions in complete English sentences.
I followed his excellent directions to what turned out to be the British Embassy. Oops. I retraced my steps, and saw the same guard again.
“You’re going the wrong way,” he told me, pointing me back the way I’d just come.
“No, I’m looking for the American embassy.”
“American!!! But all the foreigners who look like you are going to the British Embassy!”
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