The Rice and Beans crew struck again.  I mean, I don’t know what it is about going to get pho that brings out the funny in us.

Yesterday, Nhien drove me, Celeste and Eva out to Chinatown to our favorite pho place for lunch.  We parked on the streets, just outside a paid parking lot.  You have to J-walk to get to the plaza where the restaurant is at.  So, we started to look both ways.  Eva spotted a police car cruising down the road.

“Girls, cops are coming.  Don’t cross yet,” she warned us, but at this point Nhien and Celeste were already took a few steps into the streets.  We waited for the police to past and then we started making our way across.

“Well, this is Chinatown.  There are two Asians and two Mexicans on the side of the road,” I said.  “What does he think we’re going to do?  I mean, J-walking is built into our genetics make-up.”

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When we were walking back, it looked like they were starting to set up a farmer’s market of sort in the parking lot.  There was a truck full of produce that was being unloaded.  There were a few tents set up, and an outdoor cooking area.

“Oooh, can you imagine a farmer’s market here with Chinese street foods?” I pondered aloud.

“Oh yeah, that would be awesome,” Nhien said.

Out of the blue, Celeste uttered, “No dogs allowed or we’ll cook ’em.”

“What?!?  Where did you see that?!?!”  All of us asked her at once and started looking around for the source of the comment.

I spotted a sign that said NO DOGS ALLOWED.

Celeste looked at us, perplexed.  “You guys thought I was serious?”