“Hi, I’m Carita, nice to meet you” “Sorry, what was that?” Here we go... “Carita” “Clarita?” “No, it’s ‘Car’ – like the one you drive – and Rita”
“Carlita?” “Yeah, something like that” You and I are so going to be friends... “That’s so pretty! Where is it from?” “What, the name?”
“Yeah!” “The name is Spanish. It means little face.” Gregory Itzin from 24 knew that. You, however, look puzzled. “I’m not. Spanish, that is,” You had
to open the window! Why did you open that window? You could have just said 'It’s Spanish' and shut up! You could have said Mary from Omaha! But no, you
had to go there... “Really? Where are you from?” Lie! Lie! “Finland.” Fine tell the truth. “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“How long have you been in the States?”
“Since 2003.”
“You don’t have an accent!”
“Yeah...No...” This is so awkward. There’s really no proper
response to 'You have no accent'.
Thanks? No, I don’t? I'm a superspy? I watched a lot of TV as a kid.
“Have you always spoken English?” “I’ve been
taught English at school since the age of 9. I did my degree in journalism in Edinburgh, Scotland. And a six month program at the University of Tennessee.”
“Wow. What are
you doing here?” Ok. This could go in so many directions.
“I’m a writer. Well, I’m married to an American, but now I’m here and I’m a
writer. A married writer.” You should have said “I work as a visa officer for the Consulate
General of Finland”. That used to stop every conversation dead in its
tracks...
“What do you write?” “I write everything. Articles, interviews...” “Who do you work for?”
“Everyone...I worked for my government. I'm a contributing writer for TV Guide. I've worked as a translator for Disney...”
“Really? How’d you manage that?”
“I don’t know...Hard work? Recommendations? Talent...” I hope.
“What’s your immigration status? How can you work for all these people?” Are you calling the INS on me?
“I have a green card” “Wow.” “Yeah, wow...umm. I have to go now. It was nice meeting you.” “You too! It was Carlita, right?"
“Sure.”
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