Night # 49

For the few weeks that I have been here, I have been mistaken to be a Filipino. Generally the asians who work here come from Philippines and India. So when I was out shopping in some malls, I had been approached for assistance by other customers... even though I was dressed nowhere like the uniform.

There was one particular day when I was shopping in Sharq mall, dressed in my t-shirt and jeans with a coat and my bright orange bag slinged across my shoulder. This arabian lady kept waving at me. I gave her a puzzled look. She pointed to a dress on the rack and asked me for assistance. I shook my head and she said "Oh, you don't work here".

They look but not see...