So, I had an interesting thing happen to me today. After work, with its usual verbal abuse from fellow employees and the occasional customer, I was walking my usual route home. Naturally, I was lost in my imagination again, listening to a cd. I looked up and saw a man of obvious hispanic origin. He was staring at me intently. I paused for a moment, and coninuted to walk.

"Puerto Rico?"

I looked at him, and took off my headphones.

"Puerto Rico?"

I realized what was happening and shook my head. He then began to rattle off other Latin ethnicities, and to his great dismay, I shook my head to each of them. He was carrying a briefcase behind him, and I knew that he was just looking for someone who could speak spanish to help him out. And I felt so bad for him, because I still have a rudimentary knowledge of the language, but at the moment, I couldn't remember a single thing. Eventually, he gave up and moved on.

It was a strange thing to happen to me.