Thursday, July 24, 2008
It's true. On the train this morning... I mean, I didn't do it on purpose (as far as he's concerned anyway). My official story is that the train I was on lurched and I was off-balance and my hand kind of swung out and smacked right into his sweet, delicate roughly-85-year-old ass by "accident." But c'mon... we all know the truth. How could you NOT slap the bony, wrinkled butt of a chinaman when it's right there all, "hit me... hit me, big boy?!?!" I'm only human.
Needless to say, he wasn't pleased. Turned and glared at me and muttered a few words in his language that I'm pretty sure weren't, "let's get a hotel room and you can paddle me like a river, you hot, fat hunk of something else."
But there was a look in his eyes, ya know? I could tell he felt something. I'd really like to think that somewhere in this crazy city of ours, there's an old Chinese man writing a blog post that starts, "This chunky American slapped my ass on the train this morning... and I'll never forget him."
Somewhere out there beneath the pale moonlight
Someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight
Somewhere out there someone's saying a prayer
That we'll find one another in that big somewhere out there