Peter and I had to go to an appointment in Beijing regarding his green card. We'd planned to stay a couple days, but the rice noodle acquisition called us home. We left Xi'an on the overnight train to Beijing at 7pm and returned by plane (thank you frequent flier miles) the following day at 9pm. Here are some, er, memorable moments from our trip.
Me: My feet look fat in these wool socks.
Peter: Good. That means they match the rest of you.
Me: I beg your pardon? Would you care to rephrase that?
Peter: I like Santa Claus.
Me: Damn right you do.
Peter returns from the restroom on the train, looking sheepish.
Me: What's wrong?
Peter: I've been on too many airplanes. I am airplaneized.
Peter: I went potty. I flushed the toilet. I covered my ears. Then I realized I wasn't on a plane, and it wasn't going to make that horrible sound like you're going to be sucked out of the airplane.
I am spelling the name of a restaurant for Peter so he can call 411 and look up the address. The restaurant is called (coincidentally) Peter's Tex-Mex.
Me: It's like your name, followed by an apostrophe s.
Peter: Say what?
Me: You know, P-E-T-E-R-apostrophe-S.
Peter: What? A-plastic-free-S?
Me: No, you know, apostrophe, a comma in the air, A-P-O-S-T----
Peter: Maybe we should have Thai. T-H-A-I.
Me: I bet Peter's serves meatloaf.
Peter: A comma in the air? Got it.