My nephew Davy used to tell me about the time he was a delivery driver assistant. He worked with a fellow who had not been in country for long. He spoke broken English. Out on a delivery one day they got lost. Lost and turned around. They made a few city blocks, and the immigrant driver was getting a little discombobulated.
“We need to be going east” Davy said.
“Ve are goink eazzt now” the driver said.
“No, we are going west. See? The sun is setting”.
The immigrant driver, very frustrated, replied.
“You…cannot …trust …the …sun”
