Today was like any other day. Work, read the paper, etc. Same old, same old. Then, an epithany. I stopped off at a convenience store to get cigarettes. I know it's run by an Indian family, but today I saw a different side of the family. The non-English speaking side. Non-English communicative side. Now you would have thought I asked them for the current value of the dow jones industrial. Nope, I asked for a carton of Marlboro Lights and 5 in Powerball (It's over $100 million right now). With the Indian movie in the background, they struggled to complete my request. I almost tried to complete the transaction myself. But somehow I felt bad for them. I live in a town where many foreigners come for differing opportunities. The Indians, to sell gas, beer, cigs, and smut. The Chinese to learn engineering and science to help create the next "Superpower". The Mexicans to hang drywall, and send every extra penny back home so more can come. And the Bosnians, to lay flooring and give hope to other eastern Europeans that democracy can succeed without rampent extortion. Don't get me wrong, I get very frustated at not being able to understand these people, and at some of them being here illegally. But after today I realize that they must adore our lifestyles and culture to want to be here. Besides, how many countries would allow to blog about you everyday ordinary life, and complain about how bad you have it.
Who is America
P.S. The Indians still didn't understand me and got my request wrong.
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