(Japanese food is always too expensive.)
Yesterday, we took a taxi to Puxi and dined on the 46th floor of a skyscraper. The restaurant was an all-you-can-eat establishment specializing in Japanese food. It was quite pricey. Dinner for three came to 150 dollars. We had shabu-shabu, steak, and sashimi. I washed the vittles down with warm Saki and draft beer. A good time was had by all.
I called for a taxi using the Didi application on my smart phone. None came, so I started complaining.
Rice-Boy Larry said, "Fruit you, Dad."
I was offended and hurt. I never used that kind of language on my father. He would have knocked my teeth out. I smacked Larry on the arm.
I said, "Don't you ever say that again."
He said, "Fruit you."
I smacked him on the arm again.
Miz Perfect turned her angry face toward me. "We reaving. You da asshole."
"I'm the asshole? He just used the f-word on me."
They both stormed off. So I was in the middle of downtown Shanghai by my lonesome. I sat on a bench. The first thing that I wanted to do was buy a pack of cigarettes. I haven't smoked in years, but I still have the urge.
Then my wife returned. "We back. But you betta stop acting rike da asshole."
We returned to our humble abode. I was in bed by eleven. I slept like the dead. I woke up at 8 a.m. and drank a cup of instant coffee. After that, I enjoyed a bathroom break while reading the news. A female teacher got arrested for playing with a student's genitals. She thought the kid was depressed and wanted to cheer him up. The boy was only eleven-years-old. She'll be spending the next five years in jail for her actions.
I went downstairs and watched television. I don't have to work this week. All of China is off. It's Chinese 4th of July. I'm currently viewing a program called Tin Star. It's about an alcoholic police chief in Canada. I'm really loving the show.
Anyway, I've got nothing left to tell you. So long for now, and God bless everybody.