I had to run down to the supermarket before it closed, needing to buy a few last minute groceries. The young Chinese cashier told me the price in Mandarin, as she usually does. "Uh shye uh."
"Huh?" I say? "Uh shye uh?"
"Uh shye uh," she repeats.
"That's $22," says a Chinese man who's next in line.
"I know," I say.
The Chinese man looks at me, somewhat astonished. "Do you know Mandarin?"
"No," I say. "I can see the price on the cash register."
He closes his eyes for a moment while his face reads "Duh!" We share a laugh together.