IT'S FILLED WITH WOMEN PEOPLE

Lunch was at a place where the waitstaff are all female. And, during the busy period, going somewhat crazy. One of them has an extremely loud voice when she's yelling across the blasted heath that table so and so needs a check or might clearable. It's very very loud.
Those of us on the spectrum tend to start or cringe when huge loudness happens.

Other than that, lunch was splendid. The bank seems also to be staffed entirely by women, two of which are loud Mandarin speakers. The lottery place ... women. More soft-spoken. Both grocery stores. Women. The bakery. Women.

I spent an hour and a half at the bakery, because having done all my errands and grocery shopping, I didn't feel like stepping out into the blastfurnace. The day was insufferably hot, though not as bad as yesterday, which according to the 星島日報 ('sing tou yat pou') had been eighty six degrees Fahrenheit in the city. Today was just below eighty.

None of the old men showed up. The gentleman who comes there with his little daughter did. After greeting me she sat at their table entranced by something inane and child-oriented on her device, in English. She's maybe four or five. Very active, tonnes of energy. He speaks Cantonese, so does she. But she's probably rushing into bilingualism.

Language acquisition is a stumblety bumblety business.
And sometimes blindfolded.

Dried tangerine peel (陳皮 'chan pei'), for instance, is a cultural marker which has almost none of the resonance in English that it does in Chinese. The best, of course, are from Xin Hui (新會區 'san wui keui'). More fragrant, more depth and softness of flavour, better for the membranes, quite expensive. You didn't know you needed it before, but now you do.

After I left I lit my pipe and headed over to a place where there is outdoor furniture, and watched a teenage woman person destroy her aunt and uncle at the pingpong table.
All three of them had way too much energy for this weather.

When my partment mate come home this evening, she announced that her brother is an imbecile. This is a possibility I will gladly entertain. He is not a woman person.
Simply a know-it-all pain in the tookus.



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