After morning mass that day, we decided to buy grocery at DeCA in Moffett Field, CA. Sometimes after going shopping for grocery over there, we would buy Beef Korean B.B.Q from Lee’s Industries via the catering truck parked next to the store. This time the price went up to $9.50.
Maw noticed the Vietnamese wife, who `mans` the bar-be-que grill, took out strips of already cooked beef from the plastic container! She later noticed that the Kim Chee, which is made by the wife, is loaded with too much paprika. Paw had to throw it away this lunchtime.
Usually, both Paw I would go out and greet the couple. But this time, I told Maw that I didn’t want to get out because the husband kept joking around with money. He actually came up to my driver’s side and greeted me to the open window:
Old gook: How come you don’t come out to greet us?
Moi: I have to repair my glasses. (In my mind, F.U.)
Old gook: Tell your dad, not show me the money but give me the money!
For Maw, it’s okay to be social. For moi, I don’t like that old fart. His conversation is always about money: Are you paying? Let your Dad pay? That sort of stupid comments.
Then we drove off with me laughing out loud intentionally through the opened window. We passed the poles advertising flags for:
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