I'm going out for a run before heading to "campus" (the techy office-space that the U. of C. rents at the "Cyberport" while the permanent campus is under construction).
It's idk about 7am? 8? I'm in running clothes, of course; also headphones, phone, etc.
As I'm going down the narrow stairwell of the building I'm renting a studio flat in, an old man comes in the door. White hair, very snaggle-toothed.
He looks me over and says with a real central-casting, older Chinese guy crinkled laugh: "Gooooiiing out."
It's a thing I'm used to, here; it's definitely not unfriendly. And obviously he's speaking in English because it's me. But also there's something internal about his process -- like it's a little for him, too, seeing this big white person on the stairs in the morning.
I smiled but he was already past me, up the stairs.
It's idk about 7am? 8? I'm in running clothes, of course; also headphones, phone, etc.
As I'm going down the narrow stairwell of the building I'm renting a studio flat in, an old man comes in the door. White hair, very snaggle-toothed.
He looks me over and says with a real central-casting, older Chinese guy crinkled laugh: "Gooooiiing out."
It's a thing I'm used to, here; it's definitely not unfriendly. And obviously he's speaking in English because it's me. But also there's something internal about his process -- like it's a little for him, too, seeing this big white person on the stairs in the morning.
I smiled but he was already past me, up the stairs.
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