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To appreciate this you need to know that the man I’m writing about was, at the time, about 75. Also you should know that I’m male.
When I was 18 I was working at a Chinese restaurant and had to do manual labor such as taking out the vomit-inducing trash and cleaning the floors in the kitchen along with other janitorial chores. (The typical job description of a waiter.)
The cooking staff spoke virtually no English, but they observed everything intently. For some reason, the 75 year old (Ki-shee) seemed to think that youths in general were lazy (or worse) and that I was hard working.
This man, known for hating nearly every living thing on the planet, decided he liked me because I worked hard and was nice to him, trying desperately to understand the few butchered words of English he spoke.
So, once, through an interpreter, he asked if I could help him run some errands in town.
So there we were, riding in his truck, listening to Chinese music. I liked the music a lot, yet, obviously, couldn’t understand a word of what the woman was singing.
I listened intently and noticed she kept repeating something that, spelled phonetically, sounded like, Shee Nee.
So, I decided to repeat it. Ki-shee looked at me with wide, horrified eyes.
I found out later that ‘shee nee’ means, ‘I love you.’
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