The Breakup(s)

Pour salt in the wound. Add insult to injury. Kick a man while he's down. I don't care which cliche you prefer; just check this shit out.

I got dumped this weekend. Twice.

The Baton ended things after 15 months. That sucks.

But to make things worse Saturday morning, I went to pick up $50 from Pang, the laundress downstairs, for her third mistake with my clothing. She paid me but gave me a speech that in her broken English went something like this:

"Wise, you very nice guy. You come here, always talk nice and good customer. But I pay you three times, so after thees, no more."

Yup, Pang dumped me too, so I need to find a new laundress. It's actually OK. She ruined or lost some of my stuff on three different occasions. Now I'll just take my new six-word Chinese vocabulary and go somewhere else.