WARNING: The following post contains the F-word
I'm sitting in Starbucks somewhere in Taipei. There's a guy ordering at the counter. I can only see the back of his shirt, which reads: "You fucking fuck!" The words glare out at me. And no, this is not a translation. I wouldn't even know how to begin to say that in Chinese (but if anyone can rectify my ignorance, please do so in the comments).
Anyway, he stands for a long time with his back to me. I stare on in wonder, waiting for him to turn around so I can see what is written on the front. Curiosity is killing me.
And then, he slowly rotates in my direction, and the words gradually emerge; it is like waiting for the image in the photography studio.
Aren't you as curious as I was? Can't you guess? On the front of his shirt were the words: "Fuck you!"
I guess this is one of those situations similar to the youths wearing Che Guevara shirts: He probably doesn't understand.