ADVENTURES IN THE FREEZING TUNDRA

It's almost miraculous how much having a bite to eat and putting on an extra layer of clothing after doing one's laundry makes a difference to one's outlook. Almost immediately one's fellow human no longer looks like an evil space alien or malevolent sasquatch sapiens.
Still not our type, dearie, but much better.

The best yesterday could register temperature-wise was fifty two degrees Fahrenheit, but with the wind it felt several degrees less. Tourists of course were wearing shorts. I had five layers on my torso and still felt like a bitch. Snap, bark, growl.

Senile Mandarin speaker on the bus trying to teach a Spanish speaking woman and infant how to talk in a civilized tongue (his own). Very entertaining. My Spanish is considerably worse than my Mandarin, but I could understand all three of them.

Pipe, after tea and a coconut tart (椰撻).
Nice warm coffee shop.
Comfy.

My favourite grocery store has not reopened yet. They were supposed to be back from their vacation this past weekend, open again this week. So I'm deeply concerned. Did they have a customs and immigration issue? Are they currently rotting in a Latin American organ trafficking prison? Did that effing bunt Homan take a scunner to them? What?

Were they run over by wild horses? Sasquatch get them?


Chinatown ain't nearly as much fun when I'm worried about people I like. Who are not angry white Karens, not stupid Midwestern tourists, not dimwitted Southern pudge-mommas, not even very cleancut yet disturbingly blinkered young Mormon missionaries outside their Washington Street ping pong hall trawling for suckers.

下午好，先生，你想唔想打乒乓球？

Haa ng hou, sin saang , nei seung m seung daa bing bang kau？Eh, sorry, I do not want someone to sleep in my bathroom, and I shall now gibber on a bit in Dutch, saying snide things about your repellent haberdasheries. Good 你嘅 bye.

[Actually, Mormons don't speak Cantonese. They're kind of like snooty Northerners.]


Maga scum needs to be savagely taken down.
Malevolent damned Christians.
The unclean.



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