Soooooo ... you're ambling homeward on a Sunday, noonish, and you notice a t-shirt purveyor whose offerings include some potentially batshiat crazy-delicious Chinglish. You zeroe in on the most promising sample. It's black with a white splash of something that looks like the galaxy on it and the words "You ar ... " ... There's a third
'word' you can't make out, because the garment is folded neatly around a bit of cardboard that fits cleverly into a shallow box display unit thingy, and the third
'word' is lost beneath the bottom fold. You make a beeline for it, pointy finger extended, and you say to the young lady in charge, 可以看吗?...
Inexplicably, without hesitation, as though her response to your clear and unmistakable desire to further investigate THAT t-shirt were perfectly sensible, she calmly offers you a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT t-shirt. It's a flaming, utterly ridiculous shade of pink. It has a hideous applique rendering of a vaguely cat-like thing on it, and a couple of random shiny plastic things or a shameless abundance of them slapped on top of that. It might fit a 10 year old girl, but it sure as hell would not fit you. It couldn't be less like the t-shirt you have expressed interest in if it were a bicycle pump.
This has happened before. Many times. No matter how many times it has happened; it only makes LESS sense to you with repetition. You *should* just accept - nay - anticipate! - this chain of events. After all - there is no
'why'... but no. You are broken - again. The little wheels in your mind overseen by the tiny weeble who runs your logic centre suddenly grind wildly against each other. Your logic weeble's left eyebrow is twitching uncontrollably and the only thing that comes up is -
"WTF?!
WHY? Why are you brandishing this thing at me
? It's like I pointed at an apple and you are taking this as a sign that I want to buy a cured pig snout.
WHY is this happening?"
You don't say any of this out loud of course; that would be rude and pointless. Nevertheless, you and your mission are derailed. You mutter quietly to yourself and wander off down the street ... just another in a string of failed attempts to reach sidewalk-in-China enlightenment...