Done with another thing

I went to take the TOEFL test this morning. Taking such a test in a small city is good. The test center is small, able to accommodate 8 test takers at most, with only one lady working there, and it was quiet, so I could concentrate well on listening without making extra effort to fight against typing noises made by other people.

I had a small problem at first. After the lady checked my driver license, she asked for my passport, saying that this was the policy for non-citizen. “Is that your Daddy who came with you? He can get your passport for you while you take the test.”she said. “Oh, no, it is my husband.” Here was the baby-face thing again. Since I came to the U.S., I have become eager to disclose my age to Americans, because whenever they heard that I was married, they could not close their mouth, as if shocked. Then I had to tell them that I was so old enough to get married, in order not to make them think that Chinese women were in such a dire situation where men made teenage girls their wives.

"Little daddy” drove back home and when he came back with my passport, I was almost done with the test. I got out of there as soon as I could because it was freaking cold.