I had to take Bart home yesterday after work, which began with a ride on the Emery-Go-Round. This isn’t a whirlwind of fun as the name implies. It’s a free shuttle that takes folks from Emeryville to the Oakland BART station.
As I took a seat in the shuttle, I couldn’t help but overhear the conversation that had already begun among a few people. They were talking about passports and citizenships since one of the girls was thinking about getting her passport soon.
One guy spoke of how in England, you can’t get a British passport unless you were born there. He then mentioned that in here in the U.S., you can’t be a citizen unless you were born here.
Here’s the thing with confidence: If you speak with it, no one will doubt you are wrong.
I thought of interrupting (nicely of course), to say that he’s wrong on both counts. For instance, my parents were not born here but they came here legally and then eventually became citizens back in the 80s and got U.S. passports.
But then, I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to embarrass the guy and I didn’t want to intrude. I just let them keep on thinking what they were thinking and be blissful in their ignorance.
Yeah, I know you’re probably thinking “What was the point of that entry?” Nothing, really. Well, actually it’s proof that I don’t always talk incessantly.