A Day in the Life of an Advertising Account Supervisor:
Running through Chinatown, between the cramped just-waiting-to-be-crushed-in-an-earthquake stalls inside the Dynasty Center, looking for a velvet Elvis painting amid the tonnage of cheap Chinese manufactured clothing and barking toy dogs. Turning a corner I think I spy a new corridor of yet unsearched stalls. In my haste – I have to get back with the painting in time for Fedex – and to my horror, I think I’ve run into and knocked to the ground a small child.
No. It was a Latina dwarf.