Do I look like a Drug Dealer?
Comments (6) One day, I was near Uwajimaya, a large Asian supermarket in Seattle’s Chinatown. A good-looking guy walked in the opposite direction. I mean, a really good-looking guy, the kind of guy you imagine when you read about a hero in a novel. As we walked past each other, he stopped in his tracks, smiled a big smile and said, “Bonjour.”
Wow. I couldn’t believe the perfection of this moment. The sun was shining, the guy was French, and out of all the people walking on the street, he had chosen to say hello to me.
Then he asked, “Do you know where I can get zee opium?”
I was so stunned that I couldn’t talk for a few seconds. He kept smiling his Frenchie smile, waiting for me to answer.
I finally said, “Hong Kong? 1848?”
He let out a heavy sigh. “Ah… OK. Zank you.” He had apparently traveled very far in search of opium. And now he’d have to travel back in time.
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