My wife's boss was an unpretentious Irish-Catholic woman of great height and girth. Devout, she had dedicated her life to her faith and the well being of poor children and their mothers. With complete indifference to personal gain, she built a small organization into one of Arizona's largest health care plans.
On a site visit to a clinic in Tucson some years ago, she arrived early for the meeting and the receptionists asked her to take a seat until the director could see her. She sat down and patiently began to wait. The young receptions started to speak to each other in Spanish. Forgot to mention that my wife's boss grew up in Chile and was a fluent Spanish speaker. The receptionists were commenting on the fat lady's height and immense waistline. Instead of being offended, my wife's boss sat and listened. Never said a word... until she got back to Phoenix and told her staff what she thought was an amusing story about the young women who thought Spanish was a secret code.
