A posh Japanese restaurant in a 5-star hotel. The waiter stands impatiently next to a young, beautiful blond American in her mid-20s, perusing the menu. The vigorous fragrance of California wafts in the air … (okay, Springfield, Illinois).
Chinese Waiter: (in perfect English) Would you like to try the horse meat sashimi?
American Blond: (in perfect English) Uhmmm, like, no thanks.
Chinese Waiter: (with a condescending sneer) Oh that’s right, you ride horses, not eat them.
American Blond: (with an airy ambivalence) Like, whatever.
