Me: Hi, hoping you can help me out. You're out of soy sauce so I was hoping I could get a green card.
Me: You know, a green card? I saw a sign that you give out green cards.
Me: Wait. Did I say green card? I'm so sorry. . . I meant rain check. . . not green card. Can I get a rain check?
Fifteen minutes and an English speaker later I left the store with rain check in hand and the knowledge that Bobbi had no idea I was requesting legal status in lieu of soy sauce. [and because I know requests for a green card made by a brown person might raise eyebrows, I am indeed a proud Pakistani-American U.S. citizen thankyouverymuch]
|'this teriyaki chicken'|