Some weeks ago, Wulf was at his new job, laboring out on the sidewalk, when he overheard a snippet of conversation that stood out from the typically banal comments of those passing:
"..I don't want her to yell at us in Chinese..."
The speaker was a teenage girl, addressing a teenage boy, both of whom were decidedly not Chinese. Wulf could not help but conjecture as to the circumstances which might inspire such a remark.
New employees at a nearby restaurant?
Aspiring Olympian gymnasts struggling under an elite trainer?
Agents of espionage in the service of some dragon-lady spy-mistress?
The mystery resolved itself minutes later, when a gaggle of students from a nearby school ambled past, firmly and energetically shepherded by an authoritative oriental lady. Wulf could not but marvel at the love and respect this diminutive lady clearly inspired in her somewhat largish charges.
Looking out of the atrium yesterday, Wulf saw her pass by with another group of students, and a mischievous plan came to mind. What might happen if Wulf were to be working outside someday when this lady and her students approached, and as the mystery lady passed by, Wulf were to pretend to hit his thumb with a hammer, letting fly with a few choice Cantonese phrases gleaned from Firefly?
"Da-shiang bao-tza shr duh lah doo-tze! FAY-FAY duh PEE-yen!"
Wulf would probably get his mouth washed out with soap, but it would be so worth it.
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