When I was a care-worker, I often worked with a Chinese girl (from Hong Kong) called Sam. This is her:
Like every single Hong Kong Chinese person I’ve ever met, Sam was AWESOME. I’ve never seen anyone work so hard, or smoke so hard. That girl could roll and wash a client twice her size, single-handed and FAST. She could smoke, drive and swear in broken English, all at the same time as flipping the middle-finger at other drivers and filling in her time-sheets. Brilliant. She was funny too, and generous. She once gave me a present, just to be kind…
I must say, these strips of leathery dried cod were slightly less than “delicious”. On the other hand, they weren’t “horrible”. The best word to describe them would be “different”, or maybe “interesting”. I like food, so I ate quite a few, before everyone else in my house came running into the room.
“What the f*ck is that SMELL?” they all yelled.
Because I have no sense of smell at all (due to a childhood illness) I hadn’t realised that dried cod strips reek of…. Well, dried cod. I finished the packet and never ate them again.
As for Sam – I still think she is awesome. I want to come back as a Chinese person, after I die. Chinese people from Hong Kong are the coolest people in the world.