Ok, now to the crux of this note. When I had the opportunity to meet with the father (the owner of the factory) of my close friend that works in China, I heard many stories. Most of these stories had to do with the difference in cultures between the Taiwanese and mainland Chinese. The funniest one was about one of his friends.
His friend was around his age, a gentleman from Taiwan, who had moved his factory from Taiwan to rural mainland china. His daughter had come to visit about 6 months prior, and had complained about the state of the bathroom. You should note that throughout most of rural china, their idea of a toilet constitutes a hole in the floor. Well, his friend orders a modern toilet from Taiwan and gives it to his plant foreman to install. The foreman spends about a week working on it, and proudly announces to the owner that he is finished. Can you imagine the look on the owner’s face when he walked into the bathroom and saw bowl of toilet neatly buried even with the floor?
I will tell you more about China as this blog continues.
It was bad enough when I had one of them, but now with all three, its a wonder I get anything done on the weekends. For the past 2 months, my weekends have been nothing but blurs, as I pass through them in a drug haze. Well, at least, whatever they use, blood tests don’t catch it. The one redeeming thing about their scheming? On Monday morning, I wake up bright and early and am able to get to work with a bounce in my step and capable of getting something done.
Ok, this is me. When I was in Taiwan, we were drinking some kind of Taiwanese beer, and then they cut up this fruit to eat. They put the peel on top of my head and had me take pictures.
Daisy is my 4 lb Chihuahua, the number one best doggie in the world.
All joking asside, I now have the perfect reason to subscribe the New York Times. All the news thats fit to help me keep my floor clean?
🙂 smiles everyone.