Was running low on battery juice when I was in LAX, and couldn't get this typed up before running out of power.
So, I was sitting in a restaurant having a lunch (turkey and bacon cibatta with chips and a diet coke, if you care.)
Guy sits next to me. I glance his way, and get back to checking e-mail and flight status and watching the Colts game via Yahoo Sports. Behind the bar was Sergio, a pleasant guy of some sort of Latino descent (I don't know if he was Mexican, Puerto Rican, or what, and don't really care. He was a nice guy, very professional, and kept my soda full.) Another worker in the diner spoke a few words with Sergio in Spanish, and Sergio replied in kind. They talked for perhaps 20 or 30 seconds, and moved on to continue their work.
At which point, the guy next to me says "I thought I was in Los Angeles." With a pronounced Australian accent.
"Yes, sir, you are. Why do you ask?"
"Cause it sounds like I'm in Tijuana, all these boys speaking Spanish and all."
"What's the problem with that? If they can communicate better in Spanish than English, what's the problem?"
"It's rude. How do you know they're not making insults about you?"
"I don't, and I don't care. The service is good, and when the bartender is talking to me, it's in a language that I understand. Hell, these guys are smarter than I am, being fluent in two languages to my one. So what's the problem?"
"It's still rude. They could be insulting me. They ARE insulting me, by not speaking my language."
"Well, you are insulting me with your Australian accent, so I demand that when you're in America, you speak with an American accent. How's that sound?"
"Your suggestion sounds foolish and unreasonable."
"Welcome to my world."
(Sergio later offered to buy me a beer... after the Aussie racist pig left without another word and Sergio was done laughing. I had to decline, but felt good about the exchange.)