My phone rings at quarter past eight and for you young folks that means 8:15, may phone usually doesn’t ring that early unless it’s a co-worker.
“Hello, nuthouse*.”
“Timmy, baby. Chinese New Year – Year of the…?”
“Year of the Rabbit.”
“Thank you.”
A couple moments later he called again; a co-worker from Vietnam says that it is not the Year of the Rabbit. I clarify that Chinese New Year is Year of the Rabbit but that maybe it’s different in Vietnam. I further state that I have in my possession a letter from a Chinatown neighborhood association stating that it is the Year of the Rabbit and I have seen a little girl wearing rabbit ears to celebrate the occasion. He says that he sticking with my information and not the gut from Vietnam.
A couple moments after that, he called again, the guy from Vietnam says that their culture has no “rabbit” and instead use a cat. “So we’re both right,” I said because I’m a diplomat.
A random note in my random notes for my random blog for random thoughts for
puppies for cats for for lizard for Apple pie for space cadets for rain for
sleet for the Canadian rapper, Snow…
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I have 1 million notes in my head and 1 million other notes from other
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