In one paragraphy I can succinctly describe the characters of my wife, Tien-Ling, and her younger sister, Tien-Lee.
THE STORY SETUP
After a nice ribeye lunch at Brewerkz (a much better restaurant than its corny name implies), we often go across the river to an authentic Japanese department store, Daimaru.
Their basement grocery store sells very high quality gelato ice creams. So our hobby is to buy double-scoop ice cream cones (I always get rum-raisin + strawberry), and then stroll around the grocery, poking at the beautifully presented, horribly expensive produce ($50 bunches of grapes, $9 eggplants, etc), finishing up our cones just about the time we've reached the cascading water tofu display.
Today to celebrate Shyan-Woei's final exams being over, and Ling's mom's birthday, we went out for lunch and wound up at Daimaru.
THE STORY
We were standing in the aisle full of different miso pastes. My ice cream was 2/3's consumed. After eating a ribeye and drinking two pints, I was stuffed. I walked up to Lee, held the cone out towards her, and said, "if you don't grab this by the count of three, I'm dropping it right here." She took the cone when I reached 'two'. Flush with my success, I grabbed the cone back from her, and served the same ultimatum to Ling. My countdown hadn't even reached 'one,' before Ling had whacked my arm, knocked the cone to the ground, and walked away.