So this morning, I picked up my usual Sunday morning breakfast at the doughnut shop. While I was there, an Hispanic woman and her young daughters, apparently on their way to church in a little bit, stopped in to buy their doughnuts. From the nice Vietnamese man whose family owns the shop; they communicated in differently-accented English that was not the first language of either.
In a tiny little burg in southern Oklahoma. I love this country.
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