Why is it that whenever you ask someone who's planning on immigrating what they're going to do when they get to the U.S., they almost always say "Import-Export?" At least if it's a guy. A woman would never say such a thing. But the men--and it's always the old-school, super-ethnic guys here--puff up their chests, point to some ratty rug, and look at me, haughtily, as if I should know better.
Meet my extended relatives.