Saigon, Miss

I pointed to the words on the menu. "Can you pronounce this for me?"

"I am Chinese. You will have to get owner to tell you what it says." The server pointed toward an older gentleman standing at the front door.

I nodded. Chinese-American or Vietnamese-American, either one, doesn't matter, just tell me if C6 clay pot is as appetising as it sounds.

The woman at the next table says, "In the country, people are scarier than animals."

Says who? She's been watching "Deliverance" too much.

People are people everywhere.

Thanks to WBU and PetSmart today, and Walmart petrol.