The other day I was at the mall in Chilliwack with my sister and her two kids. We went there for the sole purpose of going to the food court so everyone could have what they wanted. There was a lot of old people there and it had that abandoned echoey silence of a mall that had once been dominated by big headed teenagers with noisy sweaters. After some time, I decided I would eat some of the offerings from Ono Japan. When I went to order my food, a number of people were ahead of me, including two elderly ladies. They were dressed like the 80’s and smelled like tea tree oil. When the clerk at Ono Japan handed the food to one of the elderly ladies, the shorter of the two grandmas leaned in and said to the clerk
“You have the best food in town. Very Chinese!”
The look on the clerks face was at first confused. Her confused look quickly turned to a smile as she realized that this was coming from a dementia ridden old lady who probably thought the whole food court was a giant Chinese buffet and would have said the exact same thing to the 16 year old white kid running the A&W two stalls over. I thought it was funny.
In other news I purchased a chair from a liquidation type outlet and I spent a few hours assembling it. When I sat in it and leaned back, the chair basically broke right in half and I fell to the floor. I laughed it off and my sister laughed at me and pointed and laughed some more.