Old Version
Adjacent to the path stood a solitary loudspeaker atop a post, playing a constant orchestral rendition of “Auld Lang Syne.” We were, and remain, rather baffled as to for whom the speaker was intended
First, I insisted on getting the tricyclist’s WeChat, as I was paranoid he might just drive off. His profile picture was a little girl, maybe 5 years old
When the sun goes down, leave the outdoors to the spirits and stay inside. Locals say to bring in your laundry so that spirits don’t cling to it
A local citizen, dressed in corduroy knee britches, a corduroy jacket with lapels and an Austrian Tyrolean hat complete with jaunty little feather would spring into view
And then the blow came: he explained that every day she told him the same thing in perfect Chinese: My mom’s a rich foreigner and she’ll pay you later for it
One dreads to imagine how many meetings have been ruined by a foreigner who intended to ask a client about a sale, only to fumble their words and imply that they wanted to buy a kiss