There goes the neighborhood.

It appears unlikely that I met any future band mates at the career center today.

The woman behind the counter, Delia, got much friendlier when I said

Me: Delia -- do you speak Spanish?
Delia: Yes.
Me: Y ¿de donde es usted?
Delia: (bug-eyed for an instant, then) De Puerto Rico.
Me: La mancha de plátano se nota desde lejos.*
Delia: LOL

* "The stain of the plantain is noticeable from afar." (i.e., "We Puerto Ricans are easy to spot.")