I get out of the Prelude on California street. Middle aged, white lady trundles up to me and the following ‘conversation’ ensues.

“Do you speak any English?”

Mutely shake my head. 

“Do you speak any Spanish?”

Mutely shake my head again. 

“I can’t believe it, I speak five and you don’t speak any"(or something along those lines)

Laughing my head off I watch her condescending, retarded arse head off down the street mumbling to herself about the stupidity of immigrants.

NB. A suggestion I was given for the answering the second question if that situation should pop up again, “no I don’t speak any Spanish.”