A Page from the Past

Long time ago. A relative of ours from India informed us that a lady is coming to San Francisco and we should take care of her. I went to the airport and met her to take her home. She was shivering with her sleeveless blouse. I asked her why she is not wearing warm clothes and gave her my sweater. She said she thought it is summer. 

I then told her San Francisco is always cold and quoted Mark Twain. "My coldest winter was a summer in San Francisco".

We entertained her for 3 days and showed her around Bay Area. 

Here is the interesting reason for writing this post. 

One evening we three (me, my wife, and this guest lady) went to a restaurant for dinner. (My kids who were teenagers refused to come with us). 

While we were eating, we saw a friend of ours, a white guy, William D. He saw us but did not come to our table to say “hello”. He went away as if he did not know us. My wife told me that she did not like his behavior. 

After 2 weeks, I met William D in another place. I asked him why he did not come and say hello to us at the restaurant. He said (I am smiling while I write this line): Hey, I saw you with 2 young beautiful women. I don’t know what was the set up. So, I did not want to bother you. Therefore, I moved away. 

This is the American way of thinking.