Good News, they are alive and well, vacationing in China, their home land. That's right I found out their ethnicity, Chinese. Shooting my Vietnamese Prison Guard in a Chuck Norris movie theory all to hell. I picked mother up for a day at the mall, she had Macy's gift cards burning a hole in her pocket. When we got in the car I told her we had to stop at the Scary Asian Dry Cleaning Dudes. She was excited about this because it meant I would blog about him instead of her. Because shopping with mother is a trip. She knows my weaknesses and pounces on them.
So I looked at her and said,
"This doesn't mean you can spray me with 5 different samples of perfume. And limit yourself to one maybe two if you want a ride home."
"What about lotion?"
"That all depends on how much you want my head to hurt and if you want me to start Nursing Home shopping."
Once in the Scary Asian Dry Cleaning Dudes parking lot I said,
"This guy hasn't been here in over a month, I don't know what's going on in there."
"Ask them where he is."
"I don't think they understand me."
I went in with my 4 shirt and $7 ah 20. Just as I suspected, strangers. I decided to try to break the language barrier and communicate.
"Are you under new management?"
And surprisingly the Chinese woman strung along a series of comprehendable sentences,
"No, uncle and auntie are vacationing in China to see their new grandchild. Be back in 2 month. That's seven dollars and twenty-five cents please."
Get right on out of here, not only did I find out they're Chinese, but they are old enough to have grandkids and my 4 shirt went up 5 cents.