Yeah, here’s what happened to me:
I messed up at work (working at McD’s) on midnights 4 years ago. Had to pull a cookie sheet out of the oven, and half asleep, grabbed it with my bare hands. My thumb blistered up pretty bad, then the blister deflated on its own, but looked like a scar. It was there for around 2 or 3 weeks then eventually just fell off, no trace of it. I got seriously lucky. I thought a had a big gaudy scar on my thumb.
Just keep an eye on it, maybe put a few bandages over it with some Neosporin. If it starts looking bad, (and believe me, you’ll know if it looks bad) go to the doctor.
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So my name is Missing Person. I live in China, and I am scared of Chinese people saying “Hello” to me in English, because 9 times out of ten, it ends in WTF.
I was walking from my school to the bus stop to go home today. Now, at my school, there’s three buildings. One’s the cafeteria, one’s the primary school (where I work), and the other’s a preschool. I don’t have any interaction with any other department in the school, not the middle or high school, and definitely not the preschool.
Every day, there’s three Chinese women (in their 20s), that come from the preschool and walk to the same bus stop I do. 2 of them, how to say it nicely…they look like frogs. The third, is…quite frankly, hot. Not a 10, mind you, but definitely not sub-7. So for the last couple weeks, we’ve walked to the stop at the exact same time. They have never said a word to me. I’ve gotten some stares, but I attributed it to “Foreigner in China waiting on a bus.” That pretty much makes me stick out like a sore thumb in a sea of perfectly manicured pinkies.
Today, same routine, I’m walking home, walking ahead of them. Suddenly they catch up to me, and here we go (all of this is English):
Frog #1: Hello.
MP: Hello.
Frog #1: Are you an English teacher at [school]?
MP: Yeah.
Frog #1: Grade school, middle, or high school?
MP: Grade school.
Frog #1: Aha.
(I thought it was over. I really need to turn off the logic functions in my brain, and just brace for the worst…)
Frog #1: waves hand at both Frog #2 and Not Frog You know, they want to make friends with you.
MP: Ah, really?
Frog #1: Yes. points directly at Not Frog Can you give her your phone number?
MP: I…uh…don’t remember my phone number yet.
Frog #1: You don’t remember your phone number?
MP: Yeah.
(She probably thought I was BSing, but I really don’t. I had just changed my SIM card out on my phone to a cheaper prepaid plan, because I got scammed by the dealer I went to when I first got her. At this point, I only know my area code, and that’s only because the number is actually one of my multitude of nicknames. No, not 007, shut up.)
So I’m pretty sure Frog 1 tried to hook me up with Not Frog. And I’m sure you guys are wondering, “Why not go for a tryst? Yeah, you’re married, but how are you going to get caught?”
Well, let me break it down:
- Morally, I don’t feel right stepping out at all.
- Even if I did feel ok about that, my wife works at the school with me. Things would get messy.
- Even if she didn’t, it’s written into my contract that I’m not to enter into any kind of romantic or sexual relationship with people at school. Just by hiring my wife, they’re giving me a carve-out for that, but we’re not even supposed to let on to anyone, students, faculty, anyone, that we’re married. The only reason the English Department knows is because CUNTZILLA ™ blabbed it to everyone in the department.
- Even if that weren’t the case, there’s been plenty of stories about foreigners engaging in NSA affairs with Chinese women getting BEAT INTO OBLIVION by Chinese men if they’re figured out. I’m sure that angst is exasperated right now by that British guy in Beijing raping that Chinese woman last week. I would like to leave this country without internal bleeding, thank you.
But seriously, I ask, why couldn’t ish like this happen to me when I was single?! If I wasn’t attached to my wife, I’d be all over that. Just crap man, thanks for being 10 months late, lady.
Now of course, I’m well aware all of this could’ve been just innocent, maybe friends, or language exchange, whatever. But then, it could’ve also been language exchange over hot, sweaty, sweet & sour sex, too.
So yeah, I don’t really like Hellos anymore.