“Isn’t this romantic? If only you were a guy…” said little Theresa en route back to work from Phở Việt – Taste Of Vietnamese Noodles. I had carpooled the both of us to eat OUTDOORS in the freezing cold because we couldn’t wait for the long line. But after eating my bowl of soup, I was warm. The Sriracha hot sauce made the soup taste much better and opened my slightly congested sinuses. Of course, I had to be VERY careful and NOT be rude to her and so petted the top of her head a couple of times and replied nicely and in jest, not taking her seriously: “Maybe in the afterlife…”.
Should I be concerned that a “happily” married, Vietnamese woman with three children is fantasizing about moi as a man in her life? Perhaps, she is bi-sexual or gay! She happens to be a VERY devout Catholic, like her half-White husband. No wonder she kept mentioning her burning in hell. During our lunch walk together, she did mention that she’d could just die. Right, there she may have severe depression. Yikes!
I told here there’s the Golden Gate Bridge where people jumped off to their death in apparent suicides while photographers are stationed nearby to capture the moments of doom. She then recapped about a teenager who survived his stunt last week or so but she said it wasn’t his time to die and so lived to get booked by the police. So whatever is going on with that woman, God forgive her. She had asked me to pray for her after yesterday’s walk.
But she is friendly enough to have bought me today’s large (or “lung”) sized bowl of seafood soup (one crab leg, three triangular-shaped squid of white, and three large shrimp tails) with optional rice noodle instead of yellow (egg) noodles. And later on, we looked at some baked bread at Starbucks. I bought one iced lemon cake, one apple fritter and one marble pound cake for Maw and Paw later on tonight for eating after dinner. For what’s it worth, I offered to buy her a strawberry muffin, which she accepted but not quite enthusiastically. The VERY tall, but light-skinned black girl had a quite attitude as she stuffed a paper bag with my goodies. Little Theresa didn’t like the server’s imperfection because she dropped my apple fritter on the floor. It was still in the bag and good to go.
