Sometimes the slap comes out of nowhere. I remember taking a leisurely walk in my neighborhood in Manhattan's Upper West Side when a little girl dashed over from one end of a schoolyard to start cackling nonsense syllables at me. At first I wondered what was going on. Then I realized she was speaking mock Chinese. At the U.S. Open tennis tournament a few weeks ago, an attendant managing the crowd rather rudely shoved me against a wall. I asked why, and he suddenly became aware that I spoke English. He then said, "Use the other exit." And more than once,...
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