So I am walking up my road the other day, almost at my front door. This lady is walking towards me, and asks me to stop for a minute, which I did. The conversation goes as follows:
Her: are you Portuguese?
Me: no, Canadian (thinking, I am blond and so pale I am almost transparent and have a thick Canadian accent)...
Her: oh (silence). Do you have family in Portugal?
Me: no.
Her: I have family in Portugal but I grew up in America. I am still half Portuguese though.
Me: oh.
Her: so when did you visit Portugal?
Me: never been.
Her: but last year, when you hung your laundry up in the garden, I noticed you had a tea towel from Portugal.
Me: nope I have never been. (panicking slightly- I had never seen this lady before yet she seemed certain she knew me AND my laundry!)
Her: that tea towel is definitely from Portugal, I recognize the cockerel on it.
Me: maybe! Maybe some friends gave it to us, I don't remember where I got it.
Her: you got it in Portugal.
Me: I have never been to Portugal
Her: launches into a five minute tirade about how I should go and that I really should learn how to speak the language.
Me: alright then, see you later (secretly hoping not to ever see her again and considering buying some sort of private-fence system)!
Weird, non?