That's much better.
I'll never forget the time I was in this little CD/DVD/stuffed-animal/frilly-little-phone-accessories shop in Toronto, having a chat with the guy who ran the place. He was completely bilingual without a trace of "accent" in his English and so didn't mind talking to the regular gweilos, errr, gwei-JAI's who would shop there.
Anyhoo, there's a lull in the conversation as he's helping another customer, and this prissy, well-heeled late-middle-age Chinese lady walks up next in line and makes some crack to him (probably something like "Wow, you're selling to THEM, now?")
while I'm standing less than two feet away from her that clearly contains the word "gweilo." At which my face contorted into one of those Scooby-Doo "Huunnhhh??" kind of looks—right in the direction her HUSBAND, who was walking up the aisle and who, with a laugh, was kind enough to tell her, in Chinese, that I understood what she said about me (even though I didn't know EXACTLY what she said about me!). Well, I've never been treated so nice by a stranger in my entire life. Suddenly she's all "So you watch Chinese movies?" and "this store has a very good selection" and so on. Naturally, she had to add, "so you must like the kung-fu movie?" and I said something like "Yes, and everything else" and showed her that day's purchases (mostly romantic comedies and dramas) at which she goes "REAAALLLY? That's very good."
Old school thinking is so hard to break, but I did my best that day...I'm sure every Gweijai's been through this at some point! It's only fair.
