More fish tales. If you want to read the beginning of the fish saga, click here.
Me: What is your favorite food?
Vincent: Seafood. But I don't like to eat fish.
Me: So, you mean you only like shellfish--crab, lobster, etc.
Vincent: Yes. I really don't like to eat fish.
Me: You don't like the taste?
Vincent: No, I'm afraid of fish.
Me: Again? Er, I mean, I don't like it when I can see the fish's face. I only like headless fish.
Vincent: It's not that. When I was young, my uncle used to chase me around with a whole, raw fish.
Me: But why?
Vincent: For fun?
Peter and I are in a Thai restaurant. We're in a booth beside a decorative fish tank, which is filled with large goldfishy-type fish. They make kissing faces at us.
Me: The fish here are nice.
Me: Oh yeah, can you believe it, I had another student today who's afraid of fish?
Peter: Warily eying the fish tank. I can believe it.
Me: Are those fish creeping you out?
Me: What if one of them were to, you know, rush at you?
Me: Really??! Why are so many Chinese people afraid of--
Peter: Never mind. I lied. I am not afraid of fish and I never was.
Peter: Yes. What do you want to eat?
Me: The lime chicken. You?
Peter: The, er, fish soup. Ground fish soup.
Me: Do you feel safer if they're ground up?
Peter: Did I say ground fish soup? I meant I want the ground Christense soup.