… something to write home about.

We had a shopping excursion over the weekend and ended up in Luo Hu, a very big shopping mall.  It is less of a mall in the western sense and more a building filled with street vendors … four floors of it.  Each vendor’s shop is perhaps a 8-10 foot storefront and runs back from 10 to 30 feet.  The vendors usually have someone inside doing sales and someone stationed outside to pull people in - when I say ‘pull’ I mean it.  Lots of grabbing hands and arms to get you into their store.

We were shopping in one store and the vendor looks at me and smiles.  As you all may know, I’ve got a bit of a belly on me; I’m not svelte by any means or angle.   The vendor looks at me again and asks:

"How many baby you have in there?"

Now, I know he is making a joke at my expense and that’s fine; it is a good joke.  I quip back with:

"I ate one for breakfast.  Gave me gas."

Which, of course, cracked up my traveling companions to no end and totally confused the vendor.  For the rest of the day I was ‘Man with baby’; fortunately that nickname seems to have passed now.

The few Adderites will recognize my reference to TB-EBOBAW, also known as "Da Bish".