3:45AM and on my way to the airport. No appetite for breakfast before I left. When I rode the car, just to avoid motion sickness, I took out the small box of cookies from my bag and took one out.
Me: do you want a biscuit?
Taxi driver: no thanks! I just had a banana.
Then; Taxi driver: where are you from originally?
Me: Iran.
Then; Me: why do you ask? (Thinking if it were my accent triggering the question)
Taxi driver: because many few people ask if I want a biscuit.
Me: !!
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