I go to the market almost every day, it is right next to our apt. building. We have a pretty small refrigerator so I usually only buy for a day or two. I was looking for meat to make hamburgers at the meat counter. I waited my turn in line and hoped that the man spoke some English. When it was my turn he looked at me and asked in English what he could help me with. I pointed to some meat and asked if it was beef. Things are not always what they appear to be. He answered yes and he asked how much I would like, I replied 1/2 lb. He gave me the oddest look, then I remembered that he wanted kilograms. I just said 1/2 please. He asked if I was from England? Then when I got to the check stand, now remember I frequent this place, I got a checker who asked where I was from. She also spoke some English. Most of the checkout people, don't speak any English and just want to help me find the correct amount of money. Their money is called Dong and 16,500.00 is about $1.00 US. I carry a lot of Dong.
I learned a funny thing about the trucks in Vietnam. When they back up they don't beep like American trucks, they play the happy birthday song. Don't know where that came from!!
I also had another strange experience, I opened a sponge to use for cleaning and guess what I found? It had two holes in it. Not sure why they have that either! I love these new experiences.

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