Bloopers all around:
At a friend's GT (get-together for the less 'with-it') last night a random photographer-boy came up to me:
He: Hey, I know who you are! I've met you before!
He: Aren't you the one whose dad was shot?
Me: Err, yes. That would be me.
Three-seconds of awkward silence suddenly break into a cacophony of voices desperately trying t0 change the topic.
Meanwhile, on another day, hanging out with another bunch of friends:
She: Are you planning to stick around Pakistan or move out?
Me: I have no idea! Let's see what the future holds!
She: Speaking of which, are you interested in a job in other countries?
Me: Very, very interested! But the Paki passport is a huge nuisance when it comes to getting visas and a lot of prospective employers write you off because of that. Not to mention all that annoying red-tape before planning vacations. I'm seriously tempted to find someone with a foreign passport and marry him just to avoid all this drama.
At which point I remember I'm talking to a US citizen who was duped into marriage with a Pakistani who wanted her only for passport purposes. She was subsequently divorced and watched as he (with his new-found American citizenship) married the woman-from-Pakistan he had 'loved' to begin with.
As I said, bloopers all around this week. This one was particularly *ouch* inducing.