False Friends

There are times when I am appalled that I moved here without remembering any Spanish. But to give myself credit, my level now is a vast improvement from when I first arrived. When I was flying down here, there was a bit of an issue in the Houston airport. The ladies at the counter at my gate told me in Spanish (because apparently I look Latin) that they had put my on another flight because my connecting flight was so late getting in. First of all, I am not Latin, and second of all, I told them I was getting on THAT plane. I said all this in English but they were not convinced that I wasn’t Latin.