So Ah-Ling has been suffering this dry cold for ten days now. Apparently she was wracked with cough all night long, but since I went to bed after three and slumbered like a corpse, I didn't hear a thing. So just now she was hanging up laundry, coughing, and I said, "so what are we going to do about your health?"
"What do you mean about my health?"
"Well, you're coughing like you have tuberculosis."
"Choi!" she yelled [sort of a Chinese 'Knock-on-wood'], "saying I have 'toober-colon-us'" *phonetically spelled as she said it
"No," I explained, "I didn't accuse you of having a potato in your ass, I said you had a persistent dry cough."
I got my head smacked for that remark.
Posted by Nils Blutig at January 17, 2004 11:44 AM | TrackBack