Just now took a walk to the bank in the sunshine and absorbed some Portland weirdness along with the Vitamin D.
I was walking past the Justice Center toward my bank and I could hear a woman up at the corner just chatting away at a guy waiting to cross going the other direction. He was grinning at her, I assumed they knew each other. Anyway when I got up there, I heard her talking – but not in English. Assuming she was on the phone, I just minded my own bizness.
And then she sneezed and I realized she wasn’t on the phone, but had been talking to herself. This really, really loud sneeze with a huge build-up of the Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah’s before the CHOOOOOOOOOOOO. I turned as I was crossing the street and said “Bless you.” I mean, a sneeze THAT loud has to be acknowledged.
She smiled and then responded to me in Chinese. I mean, really RESPONDED, like I’d said “Bless You” in Chinese to her and chatted away at me like I was her new best friend. Yes, this blond-headed, clearly Caucasian woman was speaking in Chinese, only it’s the kind of “Chinese” you speak with you don’t know a lick of Chinese but are pretending for some reason. She even ended with a “ho ho ho,” like she’d been watching too many old Chinese actors in bad Kung-Fu movies.
Now I know why that guy was grinning at her. I mean, it’s NOTHING to see someone around here talking to their self. But something unique when they do it in another language. Yup, just another Portlander off her meds.
Man, I love this City.