“She’s coming in on the 12:30 bus to Chinatown” the wife said.
“Ok, where does it drop off?” I reply.
“I don’t know. Look it up”.
“There are like 5 different Chinatown buses with 5 different stops.”
“I’ll find out the name of the bus, ok.”
“Ok, so what does she look like?”
“Great, a Chinese woman in Chinatown. That’ll be easy. What does she look like?”
“I don’t know.”
“Ok, what’s her name?”
“Ok, so I have to find a woman named Ms. Yang somewhere in Chinatown. Great. That narrows it down, not”
“She’s wearing a red coat”
“A Ms. Yang in a red coat. Ok. Again, not much help. What’s her first name?”
“I don’t know. She’s elderly though, that might help.”
“Ok, an elderly Chinese woman named Ms. Yang arriving on some random Chinatown bus today. I have to find her.”
“Oh, she’s carrying a sword.”
“A sword, for her Tai Chi practice. She has a sword.”
“So, an elderly Chinese woman in a red coat named Ms. Yang and carrying a sword in Chinatown. That I think I can find”
“Told you it wouldn’t be that hard.”
“What if I get the wrong elderly Chinese woman in a red coat carrying a sword named Ms. Yang. Not sure I want some random weapons wielding old lady to be our children’s nanny.”
“Mary Poppins had an umbrella. Ms. Yang has a sword. Same thing, different culture.”
Life is pretty strange.