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being thick skinned.
haha.. I admittedly let chit get to me. despite my best efforts, I sometimes let things I hear bug me.
I have talked about my neighbor before. she is ancient. 97 now. I feed her on the regular. baked her a Stollen this past holiday because he burned her batch. she tells me I am like son to her (grandson would be better).
BUT!! her and I dont see eye to eye on a lot of things. we cant talk politics at all.
last visit. I took her some food, and she had visitors. I said hi to everyone and left the container of food. the old lady asked me if I could take out a bag of garbage which I did. at the side of her house, I hear it. she said, "that chinaman is helpful"..I thought I was hearing things. THE EFF? it was confirmed when her friends came to my defense and told her that was offensive and I have a name. "what? I didnt say CHINK!"..
I closed her bin and snuck out quietly.
I found her a few weeks later laying on the floor and called 911. they took her away and she hasn't been back since. her son and grandson, call me the same thing. I'm the Chinese guy next door. her friends asked me why I havent visited her in the skilled nursing facility. I told them I heard what she calls me.
I shouldn't let it bother me, but it did this time. she aint changing anytime soon. 97 is all about being rooted in. true story. I quit taking her fried rice for dinner. she will 100% start using a crappy Chinese accent on me. FAACK! I dont speak like colonel Clink when I gave her the stollen. hahhaha..
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poof! gone
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