I’m at Ikea buying stuff for my apartment. An elderly woman comes up to me, looking curiously at the things in my shopping cart. She points her finger at one thing and asks:
“What is this?”
I: “That’s a chair.”
She: “Where do you find these chairs?”
I: “Over there, right at the back.”
She (pointing her finger at something else): “And what’s that?”
I: “This is a small table.”
She: “Where do you put that?”
I: “It’s for the balcony.”
She: “Oh, I see.”
And off she wanders, enlightened by my Ikea expertise.
Have you ever been considered a foreign expert on imported goods?