My scheming roommate and I

Random pics of my scheming roommate and me moving in. As you can tell, we inhabit Apt #1933 on the fine campus of the University of Tulsa.





Now, I'm going to mention something about the cruelty of a second language. You see, when you speak a language those most native English speakers don't understand, you have an advantage. That advantage is that you can make fun of the guy and the English speaker probably won't be able to understand. That move cliche is truer than one might suppose.

Back three years ago, my parents first met my scheming roommate when we were moving into our freshman dorm (oh dear, it's been that long already). We took a picture, and then my Mom started laughing.

So we all laughed.

Then my Mom commented [in Vietnamese], I've just thought of a nickname for you two.
What is it, Mom?
10! Hahahaha, look at you two! You're the one and he's the...
Oh, um, my Mom was laughing about how our bedsheets matched.

So cruel. (and yes, my scheming roommate knows about this)