A Chinese girl led her mother into Subway today, walking backwards in front of her, holding her by both hands. It looked like they were attempting to dance, but could barely manage to walk. The mother might have weighed 70 pounds. They progressed as if against a river's current.
The girl pulled her mother to the bathroom. They went in together; she closed the door behind them.
I went to the tea-brewing machine next to the bathroom door to refill my cup.
Soon the daughter came out. Gently she closed the door. She was covering her mouth and gagging meekly. She turned towards the wall to hide her gagging.
I went back to my table, picked up my sandwich, and left. Crossing the parking lot, my eyes blurred with happiness.