oh, hi guys. thanks for joining me for this very special, touching entry on thejerk.org. last week we discussed the challenge of successfully reconstructing a burrito wrapped in a torn tortilla. this week, you're in for an even tastier treat...
traveling illegally in Tibet, i desperately wanted to appear Chinese. i arrived in Lhasa to find a mild undercurrent of Han Chinese hatred among the local Tibetan population. see the bastardized changes made to Lhasa (read: typical Han Chinese city from the glazed-tile school of architecture) then one can understand why. the rude treatment i received in Lhasa made me quickly rediscover something i always knew: masquerading as an unkempt Chinaman inevitably ends in tears (i'm quoting Confucius here... or was it Marco Polo).
what happened at Johkang temple, i'm still unable to understand. the short of it is, an old lady, taking a breather from her prostration and prayers, gestured and yelled at me then began to physically abuse me. when she raised her wrinkled, aged hand to strike me (perhaps mistakenly believing i snapped a photo of her), i held her at arms length. that's when it happened. wait for it... she grabbed my hand and greedily deposited it into an unspeakably filthy maw, taking a not unnoticable morsel of flesh out of my ring finger.
here, i present the sanitized aftermath with a lovely daytime Potala Palace as backdrop.
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