Today I had some fun at the gas station. I went inside to pay for the gas and found the Indian woman behind the counter having trouble trying to communicate with the Hispanic man on my side of it. She was asking him if he understood whatever it was she had been saying; he just smiled weakly and shook his head.
I asked her if she needed help with Spanish and she asked, "YOU speak Spanish?" Clear disbelief was all over her face.
I smiled and nodded, so she told me that the man was going to help her with a move and she needed to tell him when.
So, I talked to him, confirmed that he was going to help with a move--he was. I asked him if he had the address--he didn't. I translated that the move was to be at 8am on Thursday, but that he should come back to the gas station at ten that night so the woman could show him where the house was.
Then I paid for my gas and left, laughing inside at the "YOU speak Spanish?!?"
You never can tell.