I was ignorantly full-on gyrating to T-Rex as these two Asian ladies came into the store. It was then that I was aware that I was dancing by myself in public.
As I was pretending I wasn’t just humping the glass case (my dancing buddy), I found out quickly that these two Asian ladies did not want to buy anything. They cut to the chase by talking to me in mandarin. I don’t know mandarin so I just said, “no.”
One woman found out I knew english and it turns out, they wanted me to buy tickets to go to some cultural Asian thing in Lincoln Center and they wanted to hang up their huge poster in the store. It’s of an androgynous Asian man in costume doing a split in mid-air.
I said “no” and they gave me this speech about how I should go to the show because I’m Asian and it’s about Asians.
That show is not about me. I dance foolishly but like a white person.