Get out of jail free


Yesterday, on the streets of our neighborhood, I saw and heard a live, roving advertisement for a girlie show.

I already knew about the show. In front of a rundown theater around the corner from where we live, there was a 12-foot square sign picturing rows of dancing girls in skimpy costumes. Now a bus full of dancers was driving around in a vehicle that looked like it had been painted (circa. 1967) by the Merry Pranksters. A loudspeaker was blaring out an announcement that I couldn't translate, but I was pretty sure I understood.

I happened to be walking with Mr. Li, the head of the Foreign Affairs office and the man responsible for my well being in China, when the bus passed by. He confirmed my suspicions about the show and added that he expected the show would be very popular.

With more impishness than discretion I announced, "Maybe I will go." Mr. Li thought for a moment before mentioning, "You know, sometimes the shows are raided by the police." Still pushing him, I suggested that "If I go to jail, then I'll have to call you to bail me out."

He called my bluff, and ended the discussion by pointing out, "That will not be a problem. First I will get you out of jail, and then I will get you out of the country."

Posted: Sat - October 25, 2003 at 04:31 AM    


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