Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Do you know what a Chinese fire drill is? Betcha 10 bucks you don't.

It’s my brother’s birthday tomorrow and I’m making him a big blue castle cake. I’ll post pictures and all of you will bow down and be awe-stricken at my amazing culinary prowess. Heh heh. To recreate castle gates, I bought two Hershey’s candy bars and… AND… Bob, my step-dad, stole and ate one of ‘em. Earlier today, I found myself frantically rummaging through the pantry looking for the latter:


Me: Where is it? Jay (my sister), I swear I put it here. Right here. *pushes pantry crap out of the way*

Jay: Yeah, I saw it there yesterday.

Me: No. Noooooo... He did NOT...... He DID! Bob ate my gate! He ate my GATE!!! Uggggh.


So yeah. We found ourselves driving to the grocery store just to get another candy bar. This is an actual conversation we had on the ride back while waiting at a red light. Word for word. Play by play, man.


Jay: Hey, let’s do a Chinese fire drill.

Me: What’s a Chinese fire drill?

Jay: You don’t know? It’s when you’re in a car at a red light, and everybody gets out and switches spots.

Me: What? That’s called a Chinese fire-

Jay: (Cuts me off) Yeah, it’s more fun when there’s more people in the car though.

Me: Why is it called a Chinese fire drill?

Jay: Because that’s what it’s called.

Me: Why Chinese?

Jay: Because Chinese people run around when there’s a fire.

Me: But other people run around too.

Jay: Yeah, but Chinese people run around a lot more when there’s a fire. Kinda like a drill.

Me: What about black people? White people? They run around too.

Jay: *thinks*

Me: You mean to say that Chinese people are more likely to run from fires as opposed to people of other races?

Jay: Stop questioning me.

Me: But why a CHINESE fire drill?


The light turns green, I step on the gas, Kansas’ “Dust in the Wind” starts playing on the radio, the conversation ends abruptly, and Jay and I start belting out “Duuuuust in the wiiiiiiind. All we areee is duuust in the wiiii-iiiii-iiind…”.

Ya know, my sister is super awesome. I love her even though she can shake her booty better than I can and is a cup size bigger. :)

Aw... Getting ready for her Junior Prom. *chokes up*

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

mmm.... cupsize... i'll have the grande

8:40 AM  
Blogger Lethe said...

LNO-> Hoekay. 1 grande comin' right up. Would you like to supersize that today, sir? :)

9:18 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dates from around pre-World War I when the British tended to use "Chinese" as an insulting term for anything. A story, possibly apocryphal, relates how a joint British-Chinese fire drill on board a navy ship ended in confusion due to poor translation and communication, and thus the term "Chinese fire drill" came to mean a lot of people running about accomplishing nothing.

Use in the USA started from after WWII and has specifically referred to the act of running out a car at a red light and changing seats.

5:58 AM  
Blogger Lethe said...

PJ-> Oh. :) Thanks. Hey gimme your mailing address.

10:26 AM  

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