Today I picked up my laundry. One of the pieces was destroyed. I cried.
I took all my clean clothes to work (since laundry was on the way) and thus had to carry it home. A 45 minute walk with a 30 lb bag on your back is super awesome. Especially with headphones.
I saw two things worth noting. First, in the park outside the mall I saw about 30 people doing a line dance. Since I had my clothes with me I did not bring my camera, and missed out on quite the opportunity.
Second, I entered a street store just because something caught my eye. When I was about to walk out, two little kids, aged 5 or so, were right outside the door, and both hold up two hands at me, in the shape of guns, and yell PEW PEW PEW!
I duck down and quickly return fire. This should be fantastic practice for the upcoming war. They run away, and I sneak out of the store, only to find them ambush me again! I'm burdened, carrying 30 pounds of clothing, but I manage to duck, to do a barrel roll, and to return fire constantly yelling PEW PEW PEW all the way. I tried to hide behind a tree and pewpew some more, but they quickly discovered me and pewpewpew'd right back.
In the end, I was shot down in a hail of gun fire, and some Chinese kids seemed very pleased with their victory... so pleased that when I got up to leave they seemed upset and tried to pewpewpew me back to the ground. I smiled, and said goodbye, and they got the hint and let me go.
The kids had a great time, and clearly I did too, but I think the funniest part were the 30 year olds walking down the street watching a 25 year old with a duffel-backpack engaging in mock gun-fighting with two children. Their faces seemed shocked, and they had no idea what to make of it.
And that's the face I love to receive... like when I walk around barefoot in the brooklyn loft or whenever Munns invites me out to meet some friends. Yeah. That's the look. And I must have gotten it from about 20 people.