Thank you, Come again!

One of my friends suggested that I should blog about illegal immigrants speaking Spanish rather than English inside the borders of the United States of America. The whole press #1 for Spanish and #2 for English issue has gotten rather old but I still chuckled at her effort to give me ideas. But it occurred to me - I experienced something rather similar today while riding the elevator at work. The company I work for, employs a fair amount of folks from or native to India.

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I remember a job I had a the State University of New York at Old Westbury. There were many latino/a students that spoke Spanish. And they did so particularly when non Spanish speaking people were within earshot. I found that to be rude. If you needed to have a private conversation, take it to a private setting. That was not received too well as you might imagine, but I got my point across.

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The 3 Indian gentleman on the elevator were speaking, Hindu, I suppose. I did find that to be rude. Certainly they can speak English. So what! ...if Hindu is their native tongue. They could be hiding a secret conversation about me and my chunky butt. Certainly they wouldn't be talking about that in English to my face. As opposed to how some of my friends talk like that to each other on the same elevators (Hello Leftie). Well one of the guys had pressed the button for my floor after I suggest he get it because I would have had to reach over another guy to punch my button. When I got off the elevator, ...had I read my friends email at that point, I might have thought to myself as I got off the elevator...

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"Thank you, Come again!"