A gentleman (I believe from the West Indies) enters my clothing store in Bronx.
ME: Good morning, sir. How may I help you today?
CLIENT (after assessing me for a couple of seconds): I'm sorry, but I don't speak "Latino."
ME: That's why I greeted you in English, sir.
He suddenly remembered that he "forgot something in his car", and went to get it. I'm still waiting for him three days later.