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sorry about that: how not to use an iphone
Went to Cincinnati with Nancy on Vineyard business and checked into a local hotel. In the lobby I ran across a sign posted above the coffee pot; used my new iphone to take a picture of the sign because it contained a little mangled English. When I came down to the lobby a little later, the manager, from India, asked why I took a picture of the sign. (Didn’t realize he was looking on when I snapped the photo.) Because I’m a louse, I should have said. Instead, I pointed out the fractured English on the sign and he took it down. Ouch. Here’s this immigrant from India, probably knows two or three languages to my one, dissed by a smart alec iphoner taking a picture of his mangled sign. Love keeps no record of wrongs. Right! [Sorry about the photo quality; you are not dealing with an adept blogger here, by any means–reader (is that what a blog visitor is called even?) beware.]