Wednesday, July 30, 2025

FINELY HONED CONVERSATIONAL SKILLS

As I usually do on Wednesdays, I hastened down to Chinatown, for lunch at the place where I almost always go (on Wednesdays) before they closed. They do breakfast and lunch, not dinner. Obviously I like the place. I've been going there for years. I used to get the porkchop, then I started having the baked sole. In the past several months I've been branching out. Their fish sandwich with fries is good.

And hotsauce, of course. I'm a man of habit; everything goes with hot sauce.
Porkchop, baked sole, chicken curry, fish sandwich. Fries.
They know that by now and bring it.

Weird kwailo? Hot sauce!


A smoke afterwards, plus errands and shopping then off to the bakery for a cup of milk tea and a snackiepoo. Where I arrived shortly after four o'clock, which is as you know universally teatime. Soon the two elderly Chinese American gentlemen I often chat with got there too.

They are still spry and active. Although sometimes I do wonder about what goes on in their heads. Not that they're losing it, in any way, but the older one gets the more obsessive and sometimes oddly focused one can often become. You may have noticed that about me, for instance. Since I turned into an adult a few years (decades) ago I've become a little more gibberant.

So I got to listen to two ninety year-olds for half an hour talking about underpants.
It's a truly fascinating subject, which entrances the finest minds.
I still don't know which they prefer.
Boxers. Or briefs.

It's probably a good thing that the ladies who work there AND the few other regulars present at that time are not English-fluent, or they would have wondered how seriously nuts you have to be to act fully American. Do you have to talk about underwear? Do all Americans complain that their nether garments are getting so see-through from wear and washing that they dry in minutes? You mentioned the place around the corner as a source, but too expensive; as far as anybody knows they sell panties and bras. So what, exactly, where you looking at?
Did it have a Hello Kitty motif, and if so, why didn't that tip you off?

Thirty minutes about underwear.
And plans to buy it.


So sorry, but I nearly fell asleep twice while that was going on.
Despite the cup of strong milk tea.


I have NO intention at all of doing any research and browsing at the shop around the corner.
I have passed it many times, and laud them for their fabulous selection of bras, panties, bikini briefs, French cuts, high cuts, "boy shorts", grannies, and Hello Kitties. And possibly also thongs, but I don't know.



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