June 23, 2010 - Cork
“Where in America are you from?” he asks me from behind the checkout counter at H&M, while scanning another woman’s purchase.
“Virginia,” I reply, explaining that it’s on the east coast, near Washington, D.C. I stand at the next register where a quiet woman takes the security tags off my clothing as she rings up each item.
“The Redskins?” he asks with an excitement growing in his voice.
“Oh no,” I say, surprised that the Irishman knew that piece of American culture. “I’m not a football fan. Soccer is my favorite sport.”
He shakes his head, still bagging various shirts and dresses and accessories, as the woman at my register asks me to sign the receipt.
The line behind us grows longer and longer. But us being Americans, as Lindsay completes her purchase, she asks for the Value Added Tax form. He looks around to see what to do, obviously not used to such a request.
“I’ll just put these numbers on there,” he says pointing to the boxes on the blue form. “The VAT people can figure it out.” We agreed and thanked him for helping us as the line continued to lengthen. I’m sure everyone was wondering what was taking so long.
Of course, it was the Americans.
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