I could never keep normal hours.
Living by a mental institution, it should be normal to expect strange encounters. But it seems that my luck has extended from a mile radius around my house to a mile radius of everywhere I go.
And so here is my top three list of weirdly offensive experiences I can recall off the top of my head:
01. While I sat on the train with a box of cupcakes fresh out of the oven, a homeless lady came on screaming obscenities in Spanish, paused her cursing, spat on me, and left the train. Shock prevails, there's spittle dripping down my cheek; and I've never been so relieved to have wrapped up my baked goods. -- All before the train closed the doors to leave for the next stop.
02. As I consumed a muffin on the bus, the man next to me commented on how scrumptious it looked. He asked if it was home made or purchased, and then politely requested a piece. Being a sucker for appropriate reactions to odd situations, I tore off a piece and put it in his hand. Then he asked me to be his girlfriend. In retrospect, maybe he wasn't referring to the banana nut muffin that was crumbling in my hand.
03. I was standing at the bus stop just watching the cars zoom by the intersection. Perhaps I should have paid more attention to the pedestrians crossing the street towards me, but the shiny cars caught my interest more. And I suppose I was so enraptured by the cars that I freaked out when I felt what I assumed to be a dog, licking my foot. But to my utter shock, I turned around to see a grown man crouched on the ground, saying "Ma'am, you have really nice feet..."
On another note, since I'm done documenting life in Hong Kong, it's only appropriate that I change the address of this blog.
