I’m 16, f. Half white, half Indian. Speaks Mandarin averagely.
I was recently on the tube on my way back home and I had quite a long journey back home. About halfway through two Chinese girls come and sit diagonally from me and start speaking in Mandarin. After about a minute of them talking exceptionally loudly in the carriage I realised that they were talking about me. They were commenting on my clothes, and hair and general aura. As we got closer to my stop I realised that now was the time to step up and be the bigger bitch. As the tube was pulling into the station I pretended to call up my mother and started chattering away in Mandarin whilst giving them a look of complete innocence as I strolled out of the door.
The looks on their faces were priceless.
(Source: redd.it, via hotboyproblems)
