Karate. Or Dumplings.
So I’m sitting here on a Saturday night in the Caplin Reading Room of Scott Commons (ScoCo for short. Do you think we can make that nickname stick? ScoCo.), and I look around and there’s no one here except for me, 3 other Asians, and of course Donald. Then, another Asian came in. I feel like Donald and I then proceeded to have a really deep conversation.
Me: i don’t understand where all these asians come from
Me: i mean, i understand biologically where they come from
Me: but i feel like at some point past midnight, they come in flocks
Me: er, i guess we come in flocks
Donald: my theory
Donald: is u-heights
Me: and it took them all day to hike it over here?
Donald: word on the street is that asians reside there in heavy numbers
Donald: asians work hard
Donald: late at night
Donald: you guys are hard workers
Me: but where were they during the day??
Donald: karate
Me: making dumplings, i’m sure
Me: ah, or karate. i forgot about that.