In March of 1993 I came back to Stamford, CT from college and went to a McDonald's at the intersection of Broad Street and Bedford Street while waiting for my uncle to come home. Once I ordered and sat down to eat a woman with her hyper son entered. They spoke Persian although the mom seemed very beaten down and tired. The son enthusiastically told his mom in Persian that he wanted french fries and the mom in Persian responded that she would get them for him. She place her order using her broken English. I should have spoken to her if only to enable her to communicate in her mother tongue so far away from home. I don't know why I didn't.
It had taken a couple of weeks of negotiation but Joe finally got the deal he wanted and drove out of the dealership in his brand new Explorer. His girlfriend knew his real motivation for buying a utility vehicle was because he loved to go four-wheeling on Saturdays with his friends and felt a little conspicuous when he was always doing the "riding" and never the driving. Joe arrived and ran into her house as excited as a nine-year-old boy with his first bicycle. Mary was working at her computer as Joe came up behind her, gave her a big kiss on the cheek and said, "C'mon, c'mon, let's go! Let's go for a ride." They jumped into the Explorer and headed out of town. After a few minutes, Joe pulled over to the side of the road and invited Mary to drive. She got behind the wheel and found that she really enjoyed the sensation of sitting up so high with a great view of everything ahead of her. Joe instructed, "Hang a left here" and as Mary follow...
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