Sullen she sits in her shimmering fabric scowling at her adoptive nation. Listlessly scrolling for soap-opera news in her language. Half-hidden behind the register where she sells something every few hours to someone from her country purchasing those weird snacks: dried minnows with mango, fish with curried betel-nut, tamarind-flavored dried shrimp . . .
Hey lady, you look funny with that white paste smeared all over your face. You look like a ghost. Did Buddha make you put it on?
Hey lady, don't you know how to smile and serve the public? Maybe you should learn English.
Why did you come here, anyway?
'Er petticoat was yaller an' 'er little cap was green, An' 'er name was Supi-yaw-lat - jes' the same as Theebaw's Queen, An' I seed her first a-smokin' of a whackin' white cheroot, An' a-wastin' Christian kisses on an 'eathen idol's foot: Bloomin' idol made o' mud Wot they called the Great Gawd Budd Plucky lot she cared for idols when I kissed 'er where she stud! On the road to Mandalay...