One pound of sugar a week.
Eight ounces of salt a week.
Five hours of Skype a day.
Three exclamations pronouncing American weirdness each day.
All of these I take in stride from our new housemate. Even though those numbers only represent the few hours she’s here at home. Heaven knows how much sugar and salt her employer is having to buy this summer.
But when our adopted friend from the Dominican Republic found the best parts of Say Anything outrageously funny, I had to draw the line.
Some cultural differences are simply unacceptable.
Now I refuse to show her Office Space. I don’t think she deserves it.
Instead I’m letting her watch The Wedding Planner. It’s the closest thing to torture I think I.C.E. will allow in our situation.