There were two Mexican men who were driving a Time Warner Cable's truck approached us from behind. One of the man rolled down the window of the truck and started following my father and I as we were walking to where we parked. He suddenly yelled out to me, "go find a motel, don't '…' here" (The word was just so disgusting to even mention in a story) I ignored them because I did not want to involve in unreasonable and uneducated people. They were pissed off because I kept on walking without even looking at them, and as they drove pass us, they screamed "go back to your country." My father had no idea what they were screaming since he cannot speak English, and he kept asking me what they were talking about. I just told him that those men were crazy. I just did not understand how they would think of such disturbing idea in the first place, and how they have the right to tell me to go back to my own country as if they were Americans themselves. I was sad more than angry, and I was sad because they did not even have a brain to think before they