the bank

I love going to the bank. You see, there is this branch that is perfectly located on my way home, and every time I'm there it brightens my day. Why? Because it's a beautiful cultural experience. All of the customer service representatives are bilingual, and somehow they know which people to speak to in English, and which people to speak to in Spanish. I mean, I could do a pretty good job guessing, but there have to be times when they try to speak Spanish with someone who is Latino but has grown up in the US and is much more comfortable with English. I've never seen them offend anyone though. I love the fact that I get to listen to them assist about 3/4 of the customers in Spanish, and I love even more that I know what they're saying and they probably have no idea that I do. I'm waiting for the day that they slip up and speak to me in Spanish, but I'm thinking it might not come, so I think I might just walk up to the counter speaking in Spanish someday and see how they react.
That's all. Take pleasure in the small things.