The bus wouldn't come. As I crouched in the little wooden bench that seemed more appropriate for a child's play-room, I thought of my next step as the scooters and taxi's wizzed by. I called Wendy, but she wouldn't pick up. I searched the back of my mind to retreive the file that stored Chinese street names, and I came up with....Xinsheng and Xinyi.....or was it Zhongxiao xinsheng and yixin, or maybe it was xingyi. As I played with the order of the letters as if it were a scrabble game, I simultaneously imagined the awkward conversation I would soon be having with a taxi driver. Xinsheng ko xinyi, xie xie. And the taxi driver would have a perplexed look on his face while my nerves would act up and nothing would come out but broken
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