On one of my Saturday night pub shifts, I walked past a high round table at which were seated two men in their fifties. They, like most of the customers at this north London pub, were very friendly towards me, saying a cheery hello and asking how I was.
About half an hour later, I was around that part of the pub and found them now seated in one of the booths, with two new female additions.
One of the men said, “We’ve moved. Sorry to confuse you.” I said, “It’s not confusing. It doesn’t make any difference, because all Westerners look the same to me anyway.” All four of them collapsed in laughter.
(London, 2017)
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