Wednesday, March 14, 2012

I'm a kindergarden teacher for asian kids. All their parents work at the chinese dumpling factory next door.

Tasha Story

I took my driving test a few months ago. I was nervous but the roads in Buffalo are completely empty so it's really easy to drive. Everything was going smoothly, and then I got to an intersection and in front of me a huge funeral procession passing. I turned to my instructor and said, "There's a funeral procession." She said, "Oh! Good eye." There hadn't been any other cars on the road during the whole driving test. We sat there silently for 15 minutes, waiting for it to pass.
"Oh you want to see the gazelles, do you mister? Well, you've got three gazelles right here in the car!"
There were three women in the car.
"But can they dance the way a gazelle can?"
"But of course! Even better than a gazelle."
"We'll have to see about that."
You know, I get up at five every morning, I work from morning till evening, I am always dealing with money--my own and other people's--and I see what people are like. You've only got to begin to do anything to find out how few honest, honourable people there are. Sometimes, when I can't sleep, I think: "Oh Lord, you've given us huge forests, infinite fields, and endless horizons, and we, living here, ought really to be giants."

Labels: