That reminds me of a time when I was 9 years old. My mom had recently met the man who would be come my stepfather. The 3 of us went to a chinese restuarant near my soon to be stepfathers house, that he dined at often. During the meal, he told me they served cat on the menu here. I didn't believe him, but he insisted that they did.
As we left, we saw the chef out the parking lot holding a meat cleaver and serving plate, looking around and under cars saying "here kitty kitty" in the borken english of a natural chinese speaking person.
It turns out that because my stepfather was such a regular there, we was well acquainted with the staff, who went in on the joke on me, that my stepfather setup.
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Date: 2006-06-19 12:13 am (UTC)As we left, we saw the chef out the parking lot holding a meat cleaver and serving plate, looking around and under cars saying "here kitty kitty" in the borken english of a natural chinese speaking person.
It turns out that because my stepfather was such a regular there, we was well acquainted with the staff, who went in on the joke on me, that my stepfather setup.