My friend Shelli and I went purse shopping in Chinatown last month.
After having followed one Chinese man into a warehouse where we got locked up in a tiny room filled with purses we decided to try our luck with the lady in the picture.
She told us her son had all the purses in the van and that he would be there shortly. We waited and waited and he finally showed up only to make us wait a little longer. After 5 minutes the Chinese lady opened the side door and asked us to come in. Shelli went in first, I went in second and finally the Chinese lady climbed in on top of me. Picture this: We are on our hands and knees in the back of a minivan that is filled with wooden shelves and purses. My cheek is firmly pressed against Shelli's ass and I have a Chinese lady on my back.
Shelli starts hyperventilating and says to the driver,"Please don't drive away with us", she then turns to me and says,"We could end up in....Connecticut". Connecticut???? Of all places, how bad would it be to end up in Greenwich??? I'm thinking The Bronx would be pretty bad, but to Shelli, the Canadian, Connecticut is as bad as it gets:)
After 5 minutes I tell the lady on my back that the desired purse isn't there and could we please get out. She says NO and makes us almost lie on the floor while a couple of NYPD cops walk right by us. Then she lets us out and the laughing starts.
I am laughing because I think it is the funniest thing I have ever encountered. Shelli is laughing with relief that she didn't end up in Connecticut.
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