Recently, I was sent to St. John’s Newfoundland (Canada) for work…4 days after I arrived, I made an amazing discovery about this place.
Have to love my geography!
My friend, M. wanted to make it to a charity run and so she decided to bike there.
The place for the run starts at 50th Avenue South West
She somehow ended up at 50th Avenue South East…
Which, if you can do the math, is 100 blocks away from where she was supposed to be…
P.S. She actually ended up biking to the right place finally, in time for the BBQ that occurred after the run.
So recently we went shopping with my mom and she had wandered into the Roots store. Now…guessing that Roots is re-branding itself to say: “Roots 73″
My mom wasn’t quite sure why there was a 73 behind Roots.
“It’s because, that’s when it was made.”
Now my poor mom had a shock on her face and she exclaimed: “This shirt was made in 1973?!”
“No mom…Roots was created in 1973 – they’re trying to show off their heritage…” was the response from my sis
So first off, I just want to say I’ve never worked retail (simply because it’s never appealed to me)…
Anyways, my sister was telling me about working at retail and how one of her friend’s a “stock boy” for Safeway.
Now, I was listening to her and all I heard was – “stalk boy” – and got super freaked out.
This was followed by me asking a series of questions as I was really concerned, including ”Is this boy stalking you? or does he stalk other people? is he friends with you so that he can stalk your friends?”
Yes – I should improve my knowledge of retail positions…
My mom’s cellphone went off on the table…
After a while of it still ringing, she was like, “What’s ringing?”
And I said, “phone.”
She’s like, “whose phone?”
Wow….mom…when you set a ring tone, you should really recognize it, no wonder you always ignore my calls since you could never tell it was ringing…
Part 2:Right after my mom’s Asian blonde moment in the post earlier, my sister asked this question:
“So your brain on your left is your right brain, right?”
Maybe my family was just never taught how to tell their left from their right…maybe my mom never knew it in the first place, which is also why my sister never learned it…
My mom was talking about right vs. left brain.
I can understand if she messes up right and left in English, as it’s her second language.
But no…she pointed at her left brain and told us in Chinese… “your right brain controls your … ”
Love ya mom! I know that kindergarten kids that may be able to tell right from left!
I was on the bus and a group of young people (think high school) came onto the bus.
They asked the bus driver, “do you go on 40th Ave?”
Bus driver: “Yes”
One of the girls then asked, “Do you go by 5408, 40th Ave?”
First…bus drivers don’t have photographic memory in that they remember every house they drive by, if they do, they wouldn’t be driving buses.
Second, her friend followed up by saying, “He’s a bus drive, not Google Maps!”
Kids these days…
My sister went and saw the new Dr. Seuss’ movie of “Lorax”. In it, there was a quote, “Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing’s going to get better. It’s not.”
Me being the more math person recognized the double negatives in the sentence… so I got really confused as I took it as,
“Unless someone cares, it’s not not going to get better.”
Meaning, unless someone cares, it’s going to get better.
So if somebody doesn’t care, everything’s going to get better.
I got super confused as I was like, it’s a kid’s movie… they’re teaching kids to not care and that everything will just get better?! The things they teach these days!
P.S. My sister explained that the “it’s not” is just for rhyming purposes, meaning it’s actually that only if someone cares, then things will get better.
I thought I broke my toe and my mom was in Taiwan so I called her to tell her this news.
My grandpa picked up and since my mom wasn’t there, I figured I would tell him in Chinese so that he can tell my mom when she comes back.
Except my translation wasn’t that good and I ended up saying that my toe got ”cut off”.
My grandpa, being a war veteran started telling me not to panic, because it happened to his friend during war…
“It’s ok, just make sure you take the toe, put it in ice and then in a plastic bag”
At this point, my grandma who was listening to this whole thing quickly took the phone from my grandpa.
“Don’t panic! You should drive to the hospital and make sure that you don’t use the foot with the cut off toe to drive…”
I love my grandparents’ words of wisdom
P.S. My mom called me about 10 minutes later to make sure I should rush to the hospital right away… for which I luckily calmed her down.