I always thought of myself as a sort of a Jet Li figure.
Lyft Driver: You know who you look like? Jackie Chan.
Me, remaining unflappable: Oh, thanks!
Lyft Driver: Where are you from?
Me, knowing the real question being asked: California.
Lyft Driver: No, where's your home country?
Me: Oh, right, uh, Taiwan.
Lyft Driver: Huh*? I was going to say that you just really look Chaponese**.
Me, pausing: I couldn't hear you, can you say that again?Lyft Driver: Chaponese, right?
Me, still not sure: Like China? Yeah, you could say I'm Chinese-Taiwanese.
Lyft Driver: So, do you know Jackie Chan***?
Me: I wish I did, that would be awesome.
Lyft Driver: So you really don't know Jackie Chan? He's really good at Taekwondo****.
Me: I totally agree. I wish I knew him.
* It's possible he didn't know what Taiwan was.
** I really don't remember what he said--it wasn't a real word.
***O n reflection, I think he was asking me if I knew who Jackie Chan was, rather than whether I knew him personally.
**** That's maybe not the first discipline I would have guessed, but whatever.
