This afternoon on my train I dozed off, as I often do. When I woke up, two young women were talking very loudly. Based on their appearance and speech (including talking very loudly on a train), I made some possibly prejudicial negative assumptions about them. One of them was in the middle of a very long story about something which had happened recently, and told it all with no ums, ahs, false starts, self-repair or repetition, including imitating several other people. It was very proficient use of spontaneous spoken language (marred slightly by an overuse of various forms of the f-word). I can’t speak that fluently. In fact, I can’t write or even think that fluently. I wish I could, actually. I regret falling asleep. Listening to more would have been very interesting and possibly instructive.