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21st Century Lesbian Trailer Trash

These are the mad musings of a middle aged woman, dyke, nurse, poet. I have a dog, a cat, a mobile home, and delusions of grandeur.

Location: California, United States

Monday, January 23, 2006

My Lucky Bamboo

Several years ago, one of my Asian workmates was horrified to learn that my lucky bamboo was not a gift. "They don't bring you luck if someone doesn't give it to you," She tittered.

"Someone did give it to me," I replied smartly. "I gave money to the cashier and she handed me the plant."

Now there's what you call a Cultural Difference.

Being your consummate nerd, I looked up lucky bamboo on the internet. My bamboo has 6 stalks. Puny. But there are 6. This means Perfect Combination which, in Chinese, also sounds like Luck. It is supposed to bring me prosperity and favorable conditions.

This might be the reason I live in a trailer instead of in a real house. I don't exactly have what you would call a green thumb. Ergo, my lucky bamboo does not thrive and my prosperity sucks.

In the end, I prefer to believe that Lucky Bamboo is just another (Chinese) communist plot to overthrow my smug American sense of entitlement.

Kinja, the weblog guide


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