As many days before we stopped at the local deli and got my son a bagel and a juice on the way home from pre-school. In front of us in the line this time stood two young men; they looked like they were in their early twenties. One of them was black and spoke with a heavy Caribbean accent. The other one was Hispanic and spoke regular New York English. When it was time to pay; the young man with the Caribbean accent came up short. The sandwich was 8.60 and he only had eight dollars. “I thought it was 7.85,” he said confused. The lady behind the counter shook her head. “8.60 with taxes.” I looked over at his friend; I had to bite my tongue to not blurt out. “Don’t you have any change? I remember when I first came here as an immigrant and I was always confused by the fact that taxes are not included in the price. I don’t know how many times I felt like a fool when I didn’t have enough money. “I can come back tomorrow with the sixty cents,” he said to the lad...