Know Ur Roots

Jus the other day, I got into the lift with a nice old malay granny, who struck up conversation with me. For the life of me, nothing she said registered; i strained my ears and raised my brows, but still, it twas a no go... twas then that I came to a startling realisation... she was speaking to me in malay. In embarassment, i meekly said, "sorry, but i'm not malay". The lady then glared at me in astonishment. She proceeded to stare even harder, and gave me an accusing, did-u-check-urself-in-the-mirror look, swiftly followed by the pity-ur-ancestors look. Alas, this situation has now become common due to nature of my job in the outdoors ;)