THE FREAK

As I usually do I went into Chinatown to have lunch at the restaurant to which I often go on Wednesdays, and do my grocery shopping. But I stayed away from the customary place for tea afterwards, because I'm kind of pissed at the old gentlemen who congregate there.
Don't need the aggro. I may not look it, but I am a sensitive man.

Instead, tea time at a different place, then hurried off the busstop to avoid the rush hour jam packs. No throngs of white yuppies, no elderly Chinese American men.
Both of those types irritate me.

一杯奶茶同一個芝士肉鬆蛋黃包。

At the place where I had a pastry the milk tea has improved immensely. Well worth drinking.
I think I will be going there more often henceforth. Probably going to avoid the other place at tea time for several weeks. I like the women who work there, but not all the regulars.
The atmosphere has become un-gemütlich.

If anything, chalk it up to a rut.

Still like a hot cuppa and a snackie in the afternoon.
But please just leave me the heck alone.
I am not a tamed wild animal.

See, if I can have a fine old time eating lunch by myself then obviously tea-time alone will be no problem. Kindly go ahead and enjoy your own company. You can do, I'm sure.


And here's the thing: I don't have to be courteous if I avoid you folks.
It's easier for you too, don't you think?



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