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Because I love it when kids say hilarious shit.
Like today, I was in the elevator going downstairs when it stopped at the ninth floor. The door opened and it seemed as if no one was there, so I pressed the 'close door' button (which actually work here in China!). As the door was about to close, however, a little hand thrust its way in and I heard a little kid's voice say, "Wait! Hold on! Press the button for me." So I pressed the 'open' button and in popped this spastic little kid's face. He was out of breath and half-said, half-spit at me, "Wait. I'll be right back. Just wait." He looked to be about five years old.
I didn't have anywhere to be, so I actually waited. About five minutes later, the kid comes back on a little scooter, chanting, "I'm back! I'm back! And I've got someone with me!", at which an older gentleman rounded the corner, entered the elevator and thanked me profusely for holding the elevator for them.
Then he turned to the kid and said, "Don't you think you ought to thank your uncle?" He meant me. And the kid said, "No, he didn't do anything. I was the one that told him to hold the door."
The older man looked at me kinda embarassed-like, in a way apologizing for the kid's rudeness, and then continued to cajole him into saying thank you: "You know, even if someone helped you do something and even if it was only because you told them to, you really should thank them."
And the child continued, "But I did it. I told him to hold the door."
At which point I started laughing uncontrollably because it was awesome, while the older man continued in vain to talk the child out of his asshole-ish behaviour.
In any case, the elevator reached the bottom floor and I was still laughing, which --I'm sure-- instilled very deeply the lesson the old man was trying to teach.
You don't come across many kids like that in China. Kid had spirit.
Fucking loved it.
Like today, I was in the elevator going downstairs when it stopped at the ninth floor. The door opened and it seemed as if no one was there, so I pressed the 'close door' button (which actually work here in China!). As the door was about to close, however, a little hand thrust its way in and I heard a little kid's voice say, "Wait! Hold on! Press the button for me." So I pressed the 'open' button and in popped this spastic little kid's face. He was out of breath and half-said, half-spit at me, "Wait. I'll be right back. Just wait." He looked to be about five years old.
I didn't have anywhere to be, so I actually waited. About five minutes later, the kid comes back on a little scooter, chanting, "I'm back! I'm back! And I've got someone with me!", at which an older gentleman rounded the corner, entered the elevator and thanked me profusely for holding the elevator for them.
Then he turned to the kid and said, "Don't you think you ought to thank your uncle?" He meant me. And the kid said, "No, he didn't do anything. I was the one that told him to hold the door."
The older man looked at me kinda embarassed-like, in a way apologizing for the kid's rudeness, and then continued to cajole him into saying thank you: "You know, even if someone helped you do something and even if it was only because you told them to, you really should thank them."
And the child continued, "But I did it. I told him to hold the door."
At which point I started laughing uncontrollably because it was awesome, while the older man continued in vain to talk the child out of his asshole-ish behaviour.
In any case, the elevator reached the bottom floor and I was still laughing, which --I'm sure-- instilled very deeply the lesson the old man was trying to teach.
You don't come across many kids like that in China. Kid had spirit.
Fucking loved it.
