So, anyone who knows me, knows that I am biologically Iranian. Both my parents are from Iran, and I speak an okay amount of Farsi.
My sister and I were on the tram, and these three Persian girls, not much older than fifteen each, were talking in Farsi. Loudly. With the pure and utter confidence that noone could understand them. They were talking about anything, the weather, the people in the tram, the people in school, everything and anyone.
I just smirk at my sister a little, whilst she is torn inbetween caution and entertainment, herself. Once or twice I looked over to one of the girls and smiled politely.
Finally, when we got up to leave, one of them turns to her friends and said: “That boy keeps checking me out!”, something I, Heaven forbid, wasn’t doing; she wasn’t even that attractive to begin with.
So I just slowly lean over and quietly reply in Farsi: “I understand you” and leave without another word, my sister right behind me.
All I heard after a long, stunned silence, was a loud “OH MY GOOOOOOOOD.”
Then, my sister and I proceeded to die laughing.
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