We were standing in line at a Brooks pharmacy waiting for my Prilosec prescription when the woman in front of us turns around and whispers something along the lines of, "Why don't they hire Americans?"
I looked her straight in the eye and asked, "Oh, how do you know they're not American?"
She waved her arm in their general direction and declared, "Look. They're all Vietnamese."
And I chose the mildest rebuke I could think of: "I'm sure they're all U.S. citizens," I said dismissively. The woman pursed her lips, got all haughty, and turned away. I resisted the urge to give her a blunter piece of my mind, though. I thought maybe I should point out that I'm not from this country myself, but she doesn't need to know anything about me. I think she got my point loud and clear.