I was at the Grove trying, in vain, to get my laptop fixed. Some [seemingly*] Japanese guy gets on the elevator.
His phone rings. Ringtone: I Know What Boys Like.
He answers, and speaks. in fluent German.
I've lived in several major cities (one in Europe, even) and have still managed to avoid any whisper of international flair or sophistication.
My multiculturalism was the Cobra Kai to his Danny Laruso.
*Long flowing black hair with highlights, gold shirt, technicolor pants with vertical stripes; he was either a Japanese hipster or an assassin from Dora the Explorer.