I am a US Citizen
No, I do not have dual citizenship. I was born here I swear. Have you ever heard me speak? I’m definitely an American. The fact that I need to tell people this is just silly. Today I found myself explaining my citizenship to a man from Cameroon, which is a big improvement over explaining it to customs agents at the Canadian border refusing to allow me back into my own country. But still, really odd.
Who has these problems?
Grandma is happy today, because her nurse is a nice man from Cameroon. This means the nice French speaking woman from Mozambique was relieved by this nice French speaking Cameroonian, who like his predecessors asked me, “You were born here?”
Yes, really, I have been a U.S. citizen since birth. I blame Grandma, for sounding like she just arrived from Europe last week, and telling people I’m her daughter (instead of her grand-daughter, which is who I actually am).
Just don’t ask me to eat any orange cheese.
WTF is orange cheese? Like nacho cheese? You don’t like nacho cheese? It’s delicious.
Cheese that is orange: American, cheddar, nacho, velveeta – anything that has three zillion additives on the label instead of the main ingredient being milk.
Mmm, I love Velveeta. No cheddar on a burger? That is so good. Granted, I also like Chef Boyardee…a lot. Prob has something to do with the fact I was almost never allowed to have these things as a child.
So you’re telling me you’ve never had cheese sauce on curly fries at Hooters? That’s some artery clogging goodness, I promise you that.
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Nope, never had cheese sauce curly fries at Hooters. I do occasionally like nachos with cheddar, or Taco Bell in moments of desperation. But I consider them to be artificial food – on the same level with candy bars and potato chips.
I also never ate those foods as a child. My brother and sister think they are the best thing ever. But the indoctrination worked on me. Ack, can’t stand processed food.