Indian-looking 7-eleven store clerk tries to speak Mandarin to two middle-aged Chinese-looking women. They respond in English by saying that they only speak Cantonese. He does not seem to understand English at all. Shall I, a white looking person, maximize the confusion by trying some of my school Mandarin?
So there is a magically recharging prepaid SIM card out there, by T-Mobile. I even know its account number. It’s my old cell phone number that I had with T-Mobile. And yesterday I learned that I had been paying for someone else.
In a nutshell, I left the US three years ago but maintained a prepaid SIM card. I made regular payments to the account, to one VESTA *T-MOBILE according to my bank statements. There is more than $100 on that prepaid card, because these days I travel to the US only infrequently (1-4 times a year) and I don’t use the phone a lot.
When I touched down SFO this time, the phone wouldn’t work and I checked-in with the nearest T-Mobile store. They told me that the card had been expired and somebody else is using the account now.
- Despite my regular payments.
- And without ever telling me.
- While happily accepting my money.
I’m confounded. In the United States, I used to buy these simple Chinese sausages.
I usually skin them, cut them into small pieces, and throw them into the rice cooker. Sometimes I fry them in their own fat. (They are very fatty.)
On a recent trip to Beijing, I bought these sausages.