Sitting in a nicer than normal drinking establishment in Shanghai last night after dinner, watching a DVD of a Live Aid concert on the oversized flat screen above the bar, one of the bar girls tapped me on the shoulder and said something into my ear that I could not make out - the music was pretty loud. "What?", I said, "I couldn't hear you". This time she yelled "You wanna head?" Wow, I thought, that's pretty down to business.
I am sorry to say my mind went straight to the gutter, but even in China this is not a normal approach from a girl who looked more interested in hustling drinks than anything else. "What did you say?" I asked, hoping to clarify - my mind was pretty confused by this point. "I say, you wanna head? Uck head?" she yelled back over a blaring Bono. "Uck head? What the hell is uck head?" I asked back. She started pantomiming something with her hands that looked like a clam shell opening and closing. "Wack, wack wack" she said as she opened and closed the clam shell over and over. WTF? Wack? Head? This can't be right, I thought.
I am sure that my face displayed complete bewilderment as she rolled her eyes at my total lack of comprehension. She quickly walked around the bar, reached into a small fridge and whipped out a plastic bag of something I could not make out through the condensation. She reached into the bag and pulled out a roasted duck head. "Oh! DUCK head? Do I want to eat a duck head!" I said, blushing by this point. Boy did I have that wrong.
"Um, no thanks... Had dinner already..."
She and another girl had one each. I tried not to look...
I am sorry to say my mind went straight to the gutter, but even in China this is not a normal approach from a girl who looked more interested in hustling drinks than anything else. "What did you say?" I asked, hoping to clarify - my mind was pretty confused by this point. "I say, you wanna head? Uck head?" she yelled back over a blaring Bono. "Uck head? What the hell is uck head?" I asked back. She started pantomiming something with her hands that looked like a clam shell opening and closing. "Wack, wack wack" she said as she opened and closed the clam shell over and over. WTF? Wack? Head? This can't be right, I thought.
I am sure that my face displayed complete bewilderment as she rolled her eyes at my total lack of comprehension. She quickly walked around the bar, reached into a small fridge and whipped out a plastic bag of something I could not make out through the condensation. She reached into the bag and pulled out a roasted duck head. "Oh! DUCK head? Do I want to eat a duck head!" I said, blushing by this point. Boy did I have that wrong.
"Um, no thanks... Had dinner already..."
She and another girl had one each. I tried not to look...
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