Trials and Tribulations

I don't want to have one of those blogs where all I do is b.... but some days I'd like to just put it down somewhere and file it away, like on this blog perse, so I don't feel like banging my head on the wall. And particularly when I don't say the thing I wanted to say but didn't formulate until much later, when I was somewhat less horrified. Here I log the ballsy things I hope I have the guts to spit out if the time should come again!

So I've been accepting rides from an older gentleman who I work with, which already starts to sound sketchy, but bare with me here. We've been having freezing temps here lately, snowstorms and such and I live about a 15 minute walk away from my work, which can be a hell of a walk on a bad day. So when my co-worker offers me a ride, I accept.

Strike 1
It started out as a conversation about how I visited my relatives in Canada and how there's a large Hong Kong community in Markham, Canada.
Mr. Smith: Well they're taking over.
Moi: I wouldn't say that exactly.
The ballsy me: Shoot! Give those immigrants and inch and they take a mile! or Did you forget who you were talking to?

same conversation gets better....

Strike 2
Mr. Smith: The librarian at our school, she's really smart. She's from Hong Kong. She went through the British school system.
Moi: Uh-huh.
The ballsy me: Civilize those savages damn straight! Thank god for imperialism!


On another afternoon with Mr. Smith

Strike 3
Mr. Smith: You speak such good English.
The lame me: Well I've lived here all my life.
The ballsy me: You sound surprised.