I’m waiting to buy juice from a woman who’s talking in rapid Indonesian to the man in front of me. I’m not listening, because at this point I have no hope of understanding Indonesian that’s spoken that fast.
Then I hear, “[rapid Indonesian, rapid Indonesian] Mbak [rapid Indonesian].”
I look up. Mbak means miss. She’s probably talking to me, but I have no idea what she just said.
She says something else.
I only understand the word for cold so I make a noise of vague agreement and hope that she’ll move on to asking what kind of juice I want.
She says something else that’s maybe asking my order.
I risk it and say, “Mango juice.”
“Oh!” she exclaims. “You’re a foreigner!” She starts laughing, like this is the best thing that’s happened to her all day. “You’re a foreigner!”