Sometimes you don’t mind getting stared at on the subway.
On a dark path in Central Park, around midnight:
“We’re from Moldova. Do you know where that is?”
“Oh, yeah, Moldova! I know where that is.”
“Oh yeah? Where is it?”
“Well, you know… not sure I could POINT IT OUT, but…”
“You don’t know where Moldova is.”
“Not really.”
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