Two girls near me said, in English, “Hello. Where are you from?”
“America,” I said.
“Heeeey. Do you know a famous person?”
I thought for a moment. No, actually, I don’t. Like, I met Bill Clinton once, but that’s probably pretty boring to a 16 year-old chick. And it’s not like I actually know the guy.
“Sure,” I said. “I had dinner with Michael Jackson.”
“Waa sugoi,” The cooed. “Michael! Sugoi!”
“Yeah,” I said. “He has really small hands.”