Nepali tries to talk to DodonRay in a corner shop

So my friends I bring you a tale of my daily life in the diaspora. I live in small city in America with some people from the larger diaspora but because I'm a bad Sikhi who cuts his hair and doesn't always wear the turban I look like any other Indiabro.

I'm in the corner shop minding my own business until I get to the counter with some snacks and some Ayran (I fricking love Ayran, don't judge!).

Dude at the counter greets me in Nepali... I immediately reply in Panjabi. He doesn't get it so I switch to my horrible Hindi to explain I don't understand him. Finally he switches to English and says he thinks I'm not Panjabi. I inform him I in fact am and that I do not offer laddu to elephant man. By this point a Gujarati grandma and two older Hindi man are laughing at this exchange and I'm just sitting there trying to buy my shit so I tell the man "How much is it?"

It's like $8, I pass it to him and he asks me to, of all things, sing some Bhangra Pop. I quickly and poorly recite some Bolo Ta Ra Ra to hoards of laughter.

I uh don't understand why people think I look like anything but Panjabi.