So in every cab ride there comes a point when I can no longer adequately express myself in Moroccan Arabic and have to switch to French, at which point it becomes clear that I'm not Moroccan. So the driver always asks where I'm from and when I tell them here's a few of the reactions:
"You're American! OBAMA!"
"You're American! Washington, New York, Texas!"
"You're American, Billy the Kid! Bam Bam!"
"You're American, American, Moroccan, Same same!"
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