rice

after getting my haircut after work, i stopped by the chung may food market to pick up a 25 pound bag of rice. of course, having never bought a bag of rice before, i had no idea what i was doing. nevertheless, for $12, i was the proud new owner of a lot of rice.

i figure i'll catch the 48 bus on arch street to the apt. oh but the gods chortled and the 48 went rumbling by a block away. and the skies darkened and the clouds hung low. and so it was destiny that i walked 7 blocks down arch street hefting a 25 pound bag of rice.

oh the looks you get from people when you're walking down the street with a big bag of rice in your arms. it's cool when you're in chinatown. you get the nod of approval from the old people because they know you're taking care of business, etc.

but the second you leave chinatown, i got some weird looks. what? these are my groceries. 25 pounds of it. this is what i eat. this is what my people eat. it's not like i'm giving you dirty looks when you're hefting 25 pounds of frozen dinner or buckets of fried chicken. it's not like i'm walking down the street with 25 pounds of vaseline and plastic wrap.

anyway, i made it home before it started to rain.

with my precious precious white gold.