SHPLOP!

You know those little green baggies for picking up after your dog? What's the point of doing that and then leaving the baggie on the sidewalk filled with Donald Trump? It seems so odd. "Look at me, I am a responsible adult", immediately followed by "not gonna carry this, need that hand for my cellphone". Or something. Perhaps they had an uncontrollable cheek itch and needed that hand. It was a right hand, they had to shake it. They didn't want to confuse the baggie and the Doritos. Or the dog suddenly did another Pete Hegseth. They felt so used carrying their dog's Kash Patel, it was humiliating! Something came up and they just had to drop Pam Bondi and run. They met a friend and forgot all about Karoline Leavitt.

There's still a faint stain in front of the building from some hound's phenomenal Jared Kushner during the first month of the pandemic, which will probably never come out.

Two of them on the way home from the bus tonight.


Remarkably, we had had a long conversation about canines we knew after leaving the bar. Engaging personalities and behavioural quirkiness, without even once mentioning their most eccentric habit, that being sniffing privy parts. I would imagine that there are some humans who do that too when they are among themselves, as it imparts all kinds of useful information.

This morning I opened up the sample envelope, and examined its contents. The testing requisition form, biohazard bag, and sterile padding, and the prepaid envelope for the test lab, were all missing. The instructions specifically mentioned them in a precise order. So before getting my haircut I popped over to the hospital, to the 抽血室，to ask questions. Turns out that they would take care of several things, all I had to do was drop off the sealed tube in the same envelope it had come in. What they didn't mention is that seeing as a large part of their patient demographic is elderly Cantonese they were probably making sure that everything went right. That clientele is kind of notorious for dropping stitches when it comes to instructions in English. Or just not even reading the page.

Ladies and gentlemen, that's what your English-speaking children are for.
Oh wait, you have no intention of listening to them, do you?
You can't take instructions from youngsters.

My barber(阿明 Ah Ming) strongly advised me to look for a Cantonese girlfriend, as "they are so obedient" (姖哋好聽話 'keui tei hou teng waa'). I could hear his wife rolling her eyes in the background. I should have told him that that isn't what you get a helpmeet for. Strongminded stubborness, that's the ticket. That way she'll respect you continuing to smoke a pipe despite the repulsive perversity, and won't take it as a personal offense. Obedience ain't a desirable characteristic in an equal. It comes back to bite you. His wife might have asked him where he came up with that nonsense after I left and lit up. 唔好講廢話！

That's based on my own experience, and the enduring friendship with my ex.

I should have stayed friends with my ex from the Berkeley years, but I was an idiot in those days. I've gotten better. She ended up marrying a lawyer and moving to the East Coast.

The other thing about strongminded stubborness is that way she'll have your back if that proves necessary. Either with an automatic, or a sliderule and compass-clinometer.
Hypothetically speaking, of course. Neither of you should go into the badlands.


The evening was enjoyable. Pip, hot tea, dog talk.
Avoided the karaoke bar entirely.
There was yowling.



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