Political Philosophy at Subway.

I approach the cashier at the Subway at the Flagler Station food court in Downtown Miami, where I had my order in hand, a turkey/spinach salad (a great buy, and very healthy). The cashier, a lady latin, is speaking to a young black man. He has an "island English" accent, she a South American accent. Both are obviously not from around here.

The young man: "What country are you from".

The cashier: "The best country in the world!"

The young man: "You mean here, the United States?"

The cashier: [snorts]

The young man: "Well, where are you from?"

The cashier: "Peru."

My hand was half way to my wallet and its American Express card, all to back up the offer I intended to make to buy her a one-way ticket back, when I stopped myself.

But credit the young man.