So today I initiated my first impromptu Chinese conversation, induced by a fellow fashionisto’s choice accessorizing. I couldn’t live with myself if I hadn’t approached him to double check that nothing as cool as his zipper-laden black leather hobo was for sale in Qingdao. This is a rough translation of our talk, almost verbatim:
Me: “Hello! Sorry. I’m American. This (points to bag) is very good. You buy Qingdao?”
Him: “No. Korea.”
Me: “Bad. Thank You. Bye Bye.”
Score one for me!