I’m getting dirty looks but it’s not my fault.
There are two empty seats on the plane, and they are between the window and me. Everyone else is crammed in like sardines. I am no fool; I stretch out across three seats to take a nap. I pull the blanket over my head hoping it will deflect the glares of fellow passengers (who are probably wishing about now that they had prayed about this plane trip as much as I did).
A Chinese lady up ahead is throwing up. So many Chinese get motion sickness, as do I. I take her husband some Dramamine and quietly explain in Chinese what it is. He is so trusting – and desperate – that he takes this foreign medicine from me. The lady takes the medicine and sleeps like a baby for the rest of the trip. (In case you are wondering, they don’t want my seats because they have bulkhead seats where they can stretch their legs out.)
Now the other passengers, some Caucasians, glare at me because I spoke Chinese fairly fluently. Now they really hate me. You know, you get criticized if you don’t learn a language, but then you learn one and people think you are trying to show off.
Well, think what they may, I just couldn’t let that lady throw up the entire trip. I know what it feels like to suffer. I was sick on a 13-hour bus one time and no one should have to suffer through that misery if a cure is handy.
I’ve been to Thailand. Again. I was there in September too. No, not the beach. I sat within the same four walls of the same meeting room for three full weeks of the last seven. I am meetinged out. Being in Thailand only makes me like China more.
When I get back to China Mimi will go berserk and act like she can’t live without me.
This is my life as of late.
