Yesterday we were up in Fremont for Mother’s pre-op testing for her knee surgery on Monday.  This sort of thing takes awhile so I roamed the hospital and purty much ran off everywhere till eventually someone asked, “Can I help you Miss?”  After being caught I had to go sit down and wait like a good gurl. 

A Sikh came along looking utterly lost and he asked me for help.  His English was broken and heavily accented, but with a bit of pantomime I was able to realize he needed blood taken.  Then I asked if it was for pre-op testing and he said that he was.  So I took him to the office Mom went to.  The receptionist had left her desk for a moment so I waited with him still she came back.  I told him that my Mother was having pre-operative testing also so this should be the place.  The lady came back and asked if he was Mr. So and So, and indeed he was.  He then thanked me and asked if I was American, and of course I said yes.

So you see, yesterday I saved America from being bombed. *thumbsup*

P.S. Yes I know that Sikhs are from East India and Pakistan, they’re incredibly polite and have nothing to do with Islam; it’s just a lot more fun claiming I saved the world.