Four years ago I was training for a race around the world. I was in Los Angeles, far away from my home. I knew what I was doing was the right thing. It was the only way I could prove to Penny's bloody father that I was worthy of her. I was staying in a rental flat not far from the stadium where I ran every day. It wasn't much but it was clean and quiet and that was all I asked for.
Shortly after my arrival I ran into a mate from my school days, a bloke named Ian MacDonald. He is an archaeologist and was in town for the opening of an exhibit of ancient Egyptian artifacts. We decided to go out drinking and he invited a mate of his along. Dr. Julian El Fayed is also an archaeologist. He and Ian went to university together in England. (Julian is part English and part Iraqi and was raised in England.) We went to a downtown pub and were having a few pints when this bullish looking man came over to our table. He looked at Julian and said “I'm surprised they allow your kind in here.” We all looked stunned. “What the bloody hell do ye mean?” Ian asked. “I wasn't talking to you, Eurotrash.” The bloke said. “You and your Arab friend ought to go back where you came from.” Ian stood up and glared at the bloke. “Just let it go.” Julian said. “Do you want to get hauled off to the local nick?” Thankfully cooler heads prevailed. We finished out pints and left. Ian still wanted to clock the loudmouth. I was frankly surprised at the open rudeness we experienced. Thankfully most Americans aren't like that git. I enjoyed my time in America for the most part and if I ever get off this island I'd like to go back sometime. Hopefully I'll get my chance.