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First, I just need to say to all those people who stand at a crosswalk and press the button 30 times... it's a machine, it doesn't comprehend urgency. Press the button once, stand back and wait. Geez, that makes me nuts.

Now, on to something kinda funny.

I was asked a question today that I've never before been asked in my entire life.

"Are you American?"

It was an Asian lady who asked and I think she asked because she had a hard time deciding what type of accent I had. She knew I didn't sound like a Cali girl... and I'm not the All-American blonde with a tan.

It felt weird to be asked that. "Are you American?" If I were in England or Canada or France, I would expect such a question.

Perhaps it's because Cali is such a melting pot of cultures... most especially LA. I mean, in the area, I have driven through Koreatown, Little Armenia, Chinatown, Little Ethiopia, Little Tokyo, Thai Town, etc...

Or perhpas I'm thinking entirely too deeply and it was little more than an Asian lady who had never met a girl with a southern accent.