Date: March 28, 2016
Status: Dripping on the rug
After a lazy Monday morning and a lunch of questionable dietary value (are yogurt, nuts, and dried squid a lunch?), I put on the latest episode of the "This American Life" podcast, cranked the volume, and hopped in the shower. As I sudsed up my long hair, I strained to hear the quieter moments of the podcast, but I got the gist of it. Soon I moved to the conditioner, lost in the story of a family whose take on the American Civil Rights Movement varied from generation to generation. As I began to rinse the conditioner from my hair, I heard a sound that didn't seem to fit with the podcast. In fact, it was louder and seemed much closer. I realized that someone was knocking on my door, though I didn't expect anyone in all of China to be doing so. Who could it be?
After a lazy Monday morning and a lunch of questionable dietary value (are yogurt, nuts, and dried squid a lunch?), I put on the latest episode of the "This American Life" podcast, cranked the volume, and hopped in the shower. As I sudsed up my long hair, I strained to hear the quieter moments of the podcast, but I got the gist of it. Soon I moved to the conditioner, lost in the story of a family whose take on the American Civil Rights Movement varied from generation to generation. As I began to rinse the conditioner from my hair, I heard a sound that didn't seem to fit with the podcast. In fact, it was louder and seemed much closer. I realized that someone was knocking on my door, though I didn't expect anyone in all of China to be doing so. Who could it be?