Greetings!
The driver of the blue minivan, only spoke a few words of English, and with a heavy Italian accent.
He pulled up, as I was putting quarters into a parking meter, and was about to go into a nearby office for a meeting. The sharply dressed young man rolled down the passenger window, leaned toward it, and asked me for directions to Kennedy Airport.
We were on Queens Boulevard in Forest Hills, so I did my best explaining how to get to the Van Wyck Expressway from where we were standing, taking his unfamiliarity with the language and area, into consideration.
Grazie, he said enthusiastically.
And just as he began pulling away, cobbling together a few English words
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To your good health! -
alex
