Most of the time, I don’t feel like I live in China: just a
tough place to find Tootsie Rolls.
And I definitely don’t feel like I work in China.
You see, the school that I teach at is located in a
la-dee-dah gated community called Hu Pan Zhe Ming (it rhymes with Poupon
Dijon). Just imagine a swank country
club where the 18 holes and fairways are replaced with 90 apartment buildings; the
19th hole with the world’s worse five star restaurant (voted most likely
to give you the squirts). And the clubhouse transformed into a school. That’s
where I work. It’s not China.
But people outside of this gated community? They work in China.
I doubt if you’ll find any of these jobs listed on Craig’s
List.
Take for instance this electric line tight rope walker. I don’t even know where to start with what’s wrong
with this picture.
Or the ostrich monger.
He competes with the mummified meat man.
Recycler tricyclers sort through garbage every day. He has a
field day going through the trash of westerners like me who actually buy
package goods.
This guy is making a net. I could have watched him for
hours.
Street side seamstresses are easier to find than thread and
needles. I think I saw her machine in the Smithsonian.
There are those in arormatic trade: incense ladies located outside of temples
and stinky tofu vendors, who I wish were located outside of the city.
Shoe washers can breathe life into your old sneakers
Shoe polishers who use black charcoal that’ll end up on your pants
Street cleaners with old school brooms…
Got waxy yellow build up? This Chinse ear cleaner can help!
What store wouldn’t be complete without an under-aged
Budweiser girl?
And oh yes, a cop who
sleeps on the job. China has a few, too.
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March 16th, 2012 at 8:53 pm you make me laugh