It's is so good to hear something like that.
When I first got to New York I had to take the bus in Manhattan to look for work. My English was nonexistent, so my husband would print the job addresses in a piece of paper for me. I would board the bus, show the driver the paper, and point towards me and towards the bus door. He would nod his head and motion for me to stay right behind him.
There were always elderly ladies with blueish hair and rhinestone glasses riding the crosstown bus. They would get curious about all this gesturing and would ask the driver what was going on. As soon as they knew, ejecting me from the bus at the right stop became a group effort.
Now, every time I hear Args. complain about how cold Americans are, I remember those kindly blue-haired ladies.
When I first got to New York I had to take the bus in Manhattan to look for work. My English was nonexistent, so my husband would print the job addresses in a piece of paper for me. I would board the bus, show the driver the paper, and point towards me and towards the bus door. He would nod his head and motion for me to stay right behind him.
There were always elderly ladies with blueish hair and rhinestone glasses riding the crosstown bus. They would get curious about all this gesturing and would ask the driver what was going on. As soon as they knew, ejecting me from the bus at the right stop became a group effort.
Now, every time I hear Args. complain about how cold Americans are, I remember those kindly blue-haired ladies.