Or at least I thought I did.
As he walked closer to my car, I saw he was actually an Indian Pai Mei with only one arm.
Or maybe not.
BTW, this is the official tune for Pai Mei spotting.
Raising a family in Thailand // Documenting Issan food, culture, music, and people
When he gave you the slightest of nods, you returned the courtesy, yes? We don’t want him snapping your back and your neck like twigs, because that, dude, would be the story of you.
On this day, I was saved by my tinted windshield. In the future, though, seeing how much he hates Japanese AND Americans, it may not matter if I bow my Japanese-American head or not. All I know is that if I survive, I’ll accessorize with more eyepatches than Elle Driver.