Refill:
I was refilling an Oyster Card, the universal Mass Transit tender. The clerk behind the armored glass partition was friendly and joking. His name tag read, “Zia.”
“Zia? That right?” I asked.
“Yeah, what?”
“Sun, sun god, in New Mexico.”
“Oh, right right, Mexico, most people think it’s Italian.”
I just wish they spoke English the way the good lord intended it.
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I just wish they spoke English the way the good lord intended it.
With a Yiddish New York accent?