In other news, next Sunday the branch in Ho Chi Minh will split and Vietnam will have three branches! As I remember it, the area was split in October-ish...I think it was my third transfer here. Back then we were hoping the branch would split in December. That didn't quite work out... In the past couple months they finally resolved the last significant obstacle of needing a second building, and so now the branch is finally ready to split!
I bought a brain this morning. We will eat it with eggs tonight. (Kudos to anyone who knows the source of the quote in the subject line. Dad...Aiden...)
This morning I entertained the fish sellers in the market by picking up a fish. They think it's hilarious when I do stuff like that. We go to a street market near our house, and it's big enough that only a few of the vegetable and fruit sellers and one boy who sells pork know that the street market is where I have done my normal grocery shopping for the past year, so most of them expect me to be weirded out I guess. They just see a bprang (French person, but they use it for anyone who is white) wandering around a very non-tourist area, buying the same food the locals eat, and that's just weird. I'm the only bprang in the street market. So we were walking by the fish and there was a fish about two feet long that had flopped out into the street, so I reached down to pick it up and throw it back, but I reached with only my right hand because I had a brain in my left hand. Several fish sellers yelled, so I stopped and looked up at them. They insisted I needed two hands to pick up the fish. Little did they know that I grew up in Idaho. Again I reached one-handed for the fish, grabbed it, and flung it back into the bin. The fish sellers cheered and laughed like I had done something amazing.