More of the Bus Driver and KFC

Not only did the pretty bus driver hold up the line of buses to let my children and I cross the parking lot last week, but also we waved at each other today. That’s practically like we’re on speaking terms already minus the three steps and sliding door between us.

Thanks to the lack of a duty teacher, the buses however, were stuck waiting to release the throng of children inside. This left me blocked in the parking lot, now running late, to pick up my Chinese coworkers from their hotel. Then, the full size semi-trailer in front of me cruising through the residential neighbor hood didn’t help. He apparently radioed ahead and requested umpteen billion more large trucks to gather on the same road I chose resulting in my being several minutes late. Oh well, I suppose I really didn’t want to give them the wrong impression, I just hoped to make it on time for once. No one should really expect me to be anywhere on time because that just puts a jinx the whole thing.

After work I dropped them off at the mall for a while. Later in the evening they called and I picked them back up. I stopped at KFC (quickly becoming a staple food in industrialized China) so they could pick up a quick dinner. It’ obviously been a long time since I had KFC, in the US anyhow. I didn’t even realize how different the menus were between here and there. In fact, I’m pretty sure the last time I ate there, I was in China. Hence both of our confusion and luckily the place wasn’t real busy. We eventually made it out with food.

Fej