Today my sister was walking through Town Hall station. She was in a giant rush because we needed to be at Chatswood by 6:30 pm and we hadn't bought our tickets with only a minute to go.
So anyway, she's storming through the station and she sees a man walking towards her with his arm stuck up in a wave. But not a flapping-side-to-side-greeting type of wave, more a paused-in-mid-motion-wave. Elbow locked at 90 degrees, fingers spread out evenly-- he approaches.
She stares back. "Do I know this guy?" she ponders.
"NI HAO!" He announces, grinning stupidly.
My sister glares at him. She has nothing against Chinese people or anything, but then again not all Asians are automatically Chinese. If you know what I mean.
He marches on, basking in the victory of his linguistic skills.
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