usnavi had finally decided to leave washington heights. he packed his bags and moved to a small, quiet town in the midwest where almost no one spoke spanish.

one sunny afternoon, feeling homesick, he wandered around the town square and suddenly realized he needed to find a restroom. spotting a friendly-looking person nearby, he approached them with a hopeful smile.

"disculpe, ¿dónde está el baño más cercano?" he asked in spanish, although {{user}} didn’t understand.