Here's just an amusing snippet from life today:

My return from some substantial grocery shopping coincided with that of an elderly man who lives on the 4th floor. As I strain to lift my hand high enough to press the elevator button, he looks me up and down and says: "Now there's a Russian woman! A bag in each hand and one on the shoulder!" He chuckles to himself and says "That's Russia" a few times. I didn't have the heart to tell him I'm American.


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