23:00. Incessant knocking at the door. A thought it was B. B thought it was A. Finally I ran to the door in my PJs. Young girl with decoratively painted fingernails and a red purse almost sticks her head in door when I open it. She says nothing. I ask her what’s up. She answers back in very poor Mandarin asking if our apartment is “34″. It isn’t. She argues with me about it. She keeps trying to peek in the apartment over and around my shoulders. I ask, what is she here for anyway? She motions a massage and a shower. Or is that a shower and then a massage? Never mind, did we order this service?! Not quite. This follows a previous post detailing a similar incident a couple weeks ago with a “satellite salesman”. ABD suspects the list-o-foreigners down at the local police station has gotten into the wrong hands. Every foreigner in China must register their residence with the local police or risk a personal visit from the police and an unpredicted trip to Hong Kong. This creative sales technique could be lucrative but I wonder if there are many foreigners that just invite these uninvited guests into their homes to “install satellites” and “knead pressure points”. Anyway, keeps things interesting here as we do our taxes…
On that note, a comment about paying taxes overseas. (more…)
