Stuart is in China for work. Got the following text this morning:
These guys don’t mess about. Finally found a place to eat, or so I thought. Ordered chicken soup. It turned out to be a huge bowl with a dead baby chicken complete with head. 2pm here and I’m starving.
Poor thing. . .I gave him a call.
“I was in a Wal-Mart, and some crabs escaped and people were just walking around them. They’re nuts here. “
“Crabs, like little pet crabs?”
“No crabs like big fuck off eat them with cocktail sauce. They have a huge fish section. You’d love it here. Other than being in the Wal-Mart.”
(I refuse to shop at Wal-Mart because of their poor labor practices.)
“Have you eaten yet?”
“Umm. Not really.”
“I was worried about this. Maybe ask at the hotel to send you to a place that will help you pick something.”
“Yeah. Did you read my text about the chicken?”
“Yeah. Did you eat any of the soup?
“I tried, but the baby chicken was bobbing under the surface and it kept looking at me. Slightly put me off.”
“Maybe you should have eaten it.”
“Yeah. That will teach it to watch me while I’m eating dinner.”
March 8th, 2008 at 9:12 am
China is a total trip. I can just picture the crab scene perfectly.
Remind me to tell you our broke and stranded in the mountains of China chicken soup story!