Why are people "U"-ing me? I'm cool. I'm young. I work in a coffeeshop. People like me don't get "u"-ed.
The problem is, all these adorable little teenagers and oollege kids (am I THAT much older than they are?) come into the shop and I say "Hej. Alles goed?" And they invariably answer "Ja. En met (pause)...U?" Like they doubt it a little. Like, "is she an 'U'?"
Once you've entered the twijfel zone, you really are never getting any younger.
What is really funny is that I run into regular customers all the time. They always look at me so sheepishly, too. I guess it's like seeing your grade-school teacher at the supermarket and realizing for the first time that she exists outside the classroom and buys Cap'n Crunch.
The other day at city hall, I saw THREE regular customers. That's pretty high density for 3 p.m. on a Thursday.
This is what they do:
Look at me like "Hey, it's that lady! Oh no, does she recognize me? She does! (Smile sheepishly) I hope she doesn't call me out and say "Hey, aren't you the kid who always buys three Amnesia joints and a 10-bag of White Widow?" O.K. be cool. She won't call mom. Or will she? She's an 'U' just like my mother! No, it's probably ok...
Then finally... "Hi!"
But I know they're thinking: "What are 'U' doing here?"
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Oh dear...it's the Dutch version of getting "Ma'amed" for the first time, isn't it?? rofl!
Where are you working, I will come and say hi.
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