They’ve opened a new Subway a block from work here in Hartford! All the freestanding buildings must be gone because this one is shoehorned into the convenience store that’s already shoehorned into the Mobil station. Judging by the inventory there are a lot of stoners nearby.
The women behind the counter looked West Asian to me. They have an interesting accent–difficult to pin.
“Where are you from,” I asked?
Are you supposed to do that? I’m just inherently curious.
The answer was Nepal.
Turns out they’re from Dhulikhel. I hadn’t heard of it either. One of the women spelled it, then when I couldn’t quite understand her pronunciation of the individual letters, wrote it out.
That was enough for a Google search on my phone and the photo you see on the right. There are fewer than 20,000 people in Dhulikhel, but it’s got a Wikipedia entry!
I love this about America. We are from everywhere.
Imagine what cultural shock you must go through making the transition from Dhulikhel to Hartford. Could two places be more different?
“Why did you come to Hartford,” I asked?
Neither seemed to know.