Reminiscing about an argument.
It’s funny that I talked about a strange conflict I got in several years ago when I was having lunch with J, Hoiyan and Boby today, and then B wrote something on his blog that reminded me of the same thing.
It was a time that I nearly got into a fight with this girl, partly because the guy she was with did something rude, and partly because of my bad Chinese. It was in a small department store in Shenzhen. There were two people, a guy and a girl, selling shoe polish. They asked me if I wanted to try it, and I said no. Then the guy squeezed some out of the tube and flicked it onto my shoe, trying to FORCE me to try it, I guess. I was pissed off, took off my shoe, and wiped it on his pants. They both got really mad, and the girl said, “He didn’t want that on his pants!” and I said, “I didn’t want it on my shoes!” She started arguing with me, and I said to her, “You have no culture!” Actually, I’d meant to say she was rude, but I trying to work out how to say it in my mind, I said she had no culture instead, which is MUCH more insulting. She freaked out and wanted to fight me! I slipped out when someone restrained her.