I was transferring trains in my daily commute and as I was waiting for the train doors to open, I heard someone behind me.  It sounded like the voice of an old man and he kept saying “Asian Beauty” I though nothing of it and got on the train.  As I got off my stop, I believe I ran into him again and there he was again saying “Asian Beauty” under his breath.  I was right, he was an old man with a hugge mustache.  I can’t help but chuckle to myself.

—submitted by KL–

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