Oh, then this happened while we were at Sanlitun Bar Street getting some food:
On one side, coming from the north, a cab. Coming the other way, a young guy in a Mercedes. Four meters between them. I began gesticulating and saying, Hmmmm, wonder what's going to happen here.
Maggie sat on the Mercedes' hood. Joe pushed the on the car door. The guy popped out, very upset.
This exchange happened:
Joe: Can I take a picture with your car?
Chinese driver: Do you want to die?
Joe: I want to take a picture with your car.
Chinese driver: Do you want to die?
Joe: I want to take a picture with your car.
Chinese driver: Do you want to die?
Joe: I want to take a picture with your car.
Chinese driver: Do you want to die?
Kevin and I, with Maggie and Alicia, mobilized. Kevin then went over and told the guy he was going the wrong way (though who knows about these things ... pretty damn stupid driving down SLT Bar Street on a Saturday night either way).
Eventually, someone from the street got in the car and three-point turned next to Salud and went away. Yup the fu'erdai bitch couldn't back up his own car. Face, my friend, is a delicate thing, you pansy.
Maggie Rauch proceeded to laugh very hard at him.
As the cab passed us, the driver thanked us. Weekend's good deed done.
The next day going to Chef Too, Kevin speculated the guy may have been in the mafia and was asking Joe if he'd like the favor of being killed. Ha!
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