So Don and I are queuing at the LCBO. Infront of us are 3 brown guys with their various items, nothing special, this is Brampton after all. But through the 3 guys I spot the cashier, young, white, sandy blond hair; cute would be a good description, but something about her facial features seemed different to me but after noting this I didn’t give it any more thought.
I turned to Don and whisper “How old do you think she is?”. I’m horrible at guessing ages.
Don looks at the cashier analytically. The 3 fellows complete their transaction, so I proceed to the cash at which time Don moves past me and says in cantonese “二十七”. (That’s twenty seven for you non-chinese readers)
She scans my item as I look at Don with my WTF face.
“二十七? 二十三!” (Twenty seven? Twenty three!) I respond with my guess.
And to my surprise…
“Twenty seven” the cashier slowly says to me clearly translating the Cantonese albeit slowly (you can tell by her face she was thinking hard). She continues “I’m half asian.” and smiles, proud in the knowledge she understood what Don and I just said but not realizing what we were guessing at.
Embarassed I confess to the cashier “We were guessing your age.” It made perfect sense at this point, her facial features seemed different to me because she was part oriental.
“Oh” says the cashier. She puts on her thinking face again, eyes rolled up recalling the chinese numbers and says slowly with a laugh, “二十三”. I guessed correctly, heh.
Afterwards, queuing at DQ (Don wanted a marshmellow sundae), I thought up a good line: Can you say you number in Cantonese too?
Oh well, the moment had long past by then haha. I’m so slow 