I remember one time a few years ago where I was working these girls were talking in spanish and a newcomer as white as white can get said something in spanish to them indicating she knew what they were saying and shut up.
I took the opposite approach. When I was growing up in San Francisco, there were very few Mexicans and other Latins. I had to ride a bus across town to my high school, and regularly rode with a small group of girls who spoke Spanish among themselves.
Well, everything went along fascinatingly (the entertainment was, as they now say-- priceless).
Until that fateful day when, after many months, they started talking about me and I couldn't last more than about a minute before craking up, loud and with feeling.
Ruined a good thing, it did.
Ha!
Blonde haired, blue eyed li’l ole me is fluent in Spanish as well and I love messing with them just like that!!!