“Have you been to Aruba?” asked the gentle Vietnamese pedicurist who spoke only enough English to communicate nail length and color.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“Aruba. Have you been to Aruba?”
Mind you, this is the only piece of conversational chit-chat she’s attempted in the 15 minutes we’ve been together.
“Uh, no, I haven’t been to Aruba. Have you?” I replied…
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