Yesterday the oddest occurence happened while driving home. I was pulled over by the police and was asked for my documents.
(Policeman) "Hello, may I see your documents?"
(Me, smiling and surprised) "Of course"
(mind you, this conversation was in Perugia, Italy, and I was speaking in Italian)
(Policeman)"No, that's ok. You can go."
(Me) "Really? Why is that?"
(Policeman)"Are you English? American? We only want to give tickets to whoever deserves them."
(Me)"I'm American, but have spent forty years being asked if I am foreign. It's very hard to fit into a city where every day they ask you if you are from somewhere else."
(Policeman) "Well, the accent, it's easy to hear that you are from England or America. It's nice!"
(Me)"Well, yes, I guess so. Anyhow I'm happy to not get a ticket, another one today. We just received one in the mail for having gone up a street in the center in the wrong moment."
So strange. And a good reason to be a foreigner I guess.