On Sunday afternoon, Maw saw a white guy unload some grocery from his white Toyota pick-up truck for his Chinese girlfriend, who lives across the street with other people. Maw said these women are typically good at throwing themselves at anyone, just to have someone, which is how another boy (and most white guys) get to be married.
I thought to myself: She must have been on a catalog somewhere – a mail order bride. I’m thinking again: There goes the breeding program.
While finishing up my post lunch walk around 1:15pm, I was about to turn left into the back parking lot. There was a dark-haired, darklight-skinned, short, thin-framed, Asian Indian guy with narrow jawline and pock-marked face.
He was up and down the cul-de-sac road. He was walking back towards me while talking on his cellphone with someone else. I overheard him ask:
“Where do you meet these women?”
“What is your going price?”
I thought to myself:
“Was I supposed to have hear that?”
As I rounded from the sidewalk into the back parking lot, I said slightly under my breath and a little bit louder:
“Losers! Losers!”
I heard him say:
“Excuse me!”
I thought the guy was hard of hearing because I was being too loud. Come to think of it, as I blog, maybe he meant that for me! Hah!
Anyway, if the company wants to identify this possible “human trafficker”, he was wearing an un-tucked, red-colored shirt. The length of that shirt went far below his small dark butt. He was wearing slacks if not blue jeans.
We crossed paths in front of the camera to the side where the shipping and receiving area is located several times. There is also a side camera showing him coming towards me as I round the corner holding my BIG, Rose Chapel design umbrella.
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