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A good friend of mine - let’s call her “Casey” - taught high school in a predominately hispanic neighborhood in Brooklyn. One day after school Casey was walking down the hallway to go home. When she opened the door to the stairwell, immediately to her right she saw two students having anal sex. Casey screamed, ran all the way to principal’s office and bursted through the door yelling, “They’re having anal sex in the stairwell!!!”
Bear with me, this is relevant.
The students were found, dragged into the principal’s office, and the parents were called.
Fast forward to both mothers sitting in the principal’s office with their children. The principal took Casey aside one more time.
Principal: So...you’re sure it, um,
Casey: Yes, I’m sure.
Principal: Because, you know you can still…
Casey: Look. I understand...the mechanics of, from behind. Doggystyle, if you will.
Principal: The positioning is similar.
Casey: I know what I saw.
They walked back into the office. Casey then began explaining to the moms what had unfolded in the stairwell. But the moms only spoke Spanish. And Casey’s Spanish vocabulary didn’t include some of the necessary terminology.
So they found an unknowing, bilingual janitor. And Casey had to relay what she saw to this bewildered janitor, who then had to tell the mothers of these students.
When I saw this sign language interpreter having to explain to every Australian that two men were sunbathing nude in the national forest, were startled by a deer, got lost in the bush and had to be rescued by a helicopter, I thought about that janitor. And for the second time in my life I was happy I can only speak one language.