Afternoon Baseball

Leaving Primo's, I walked by freshman or sophomore on her cell phone, indignant about some injustice affecting millions globally, no doubt. The only words I heard before I walked out of range were, "Well, maybe I could understand them if they spoke English. These fucking foreigners..."

Well, there's the obvious question of, who is "them"? Besides that, calm the hell down, baby girl. You were probably talking to your parents, or au pair, or whoever pretended to raise you, so I'm sure they reassured you by saying that your butler and garderner are both foreigners, and they are very nice -- although they don't trust them around the valuables. Just go charge a grand or so on looking-like-a-slut-when-you-go-out clothes and make yourself feel better. Put it on your parents' card, of course.