Tale of an American Peacekeeper.

This happened today, I have to tell you about it before I sleep. So my supervisor (Lindsey) and I went to Lite Bite for a bit of Mediterranean food for lunch.

At the table behind us these complacent middle aged texan ladies are rehashing the Olympics and I unfortunately started to eavesdrop right as one of them says this:

"You know, there's a lot of Americans on the Canadian team because they weren't good enough to get on the American team but they have Canadian fathers."

At this point, I looked at Lindz and she looks at me. When I got over my awkward stunned moment I could feel my face starting to flush and I busted out with

"She did NOT just say that. She DID NOT."

Luckily for me Lindsey actually gets this about me and she's like "Oooookay, how about, you focus on OUR conversation here and stop listening to them. Look at me. Talk to me. Let's talk about your hair again." For real, she said that...and it was a good thing too because I was fixin' to practice my summer olympics shotput skills with a chicken gyro and the back of that lady's head.

Of course I realize that it's really really bad form to start a food fight when you're older than ten, and my country is known for being polite. Despite this, if it hadn't been for Lindz... let's just say I probably wouldn't be invited back to Lite Bite any time soon.

Yay for having friends to watch your back.