this evening i was sitting in a chinese restaurant, eating chinese noodles.
when i had finished my plate, i noticed that something was different. something had changed.
that is when i remembered that during my first weeks here, somewhere around six to seven minutes into the vahid-trying-to-eat-with-chopsticks adventure, a nice waitress was always offering me a mercy fork.
i can officially eat with chopsticks now.
china, i’m ready.
