Seabus crowds, economic realities of Chicken McNuggets, crowded buses
I love losing myself in the crowd after I get off the Seabus. That might be crazy, but some crowds are fine with me!
There are better ways to spend $5.08 than on ten chicken McNuggets to go. For approximately the same amount of money, you can get a large bowl of noodles at the Pho place three doors down from church. Too bad there aren't any Pho places at Lonsdale Quay: I'd gladly miss a Seabus sailing (except the very last one :P) for a bowl of the steaming goodness that is Pho. Yeah, I know... I just had some on Sunday. :P
I hate being on crowded buses when I have no easy access to the bell pull. Sure, I can ask people to ring it for me (as I did this afternoon), but I'd much rather do it myself. :P
There was a lady at the bus stop that recognized me, and asked where my grandma was. Seizing the opportunity to practice my very bad Chinese, I told her that Grandma was in Hong Kong. No, I haven't a clue when she'll be back home. (She had to have surgery of some sort, and needs at least two months to recover. It was expensive, but it's a good thing Uncle Michael has a lot of money!) I asked her where she knew her from: church, and she'd apparently been to the townhouse to visit her. This reminded me of when I met Mrs. Ho (Michael's mom) at the bus stop. Inexplicably, it also reminded me of this encounter with Grace Tang and her boyfriend, who are both "special." (if you know what I mean :P)
I might change this blog's layout. I'm not sure. :P
There are better ways to spend $5.08 than on ten chicken McNuggets to go. For approximately the same amount of money, you can get a large bowl of noodles at the Pho place three doors down from church. Too bad there aren't any Pho places at Lonsdale Quay: I'd gladly miss a Seabus sailing (except the very last one :P) for a bowl of the steaming goodness that is Pho. Yeah, I know... I just had some on Sunday. :P
I hate being on crowded buses when I have no easy access to the bell pull. Sure, I can ask people to ring it for me (as I did this afternoon), but I'd much rather do it myself. :P
There was a lady at the bus stop that recognized me, and asked where my grandma was. Seizing the opportunity to practice my very bad Chinese, I told her that Grandma was in Hong Kong. No, I haven't a clue when she'll be back home. (She had to have surgery of some sort, and needs at least two months to recover. It was expensive, but it's a good thing Uncle Michael has a lot of money!) I asked her where she knew her from: church, and she'd apparently been to the townhouse to visit her. This reminded me of when I met Mrs. Ho (Michael's mom) at the bus stop. Inexplicably, it also reminded me of this encounter with Grace Tang and her boyfriend, who are both "special." (if you know what I mean :P)
I might change this blog's layout. I'm not sure. :P
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